My annoyance for the entire staff of the 24Hour at Great Hills was heightened yesterday when I swung by to get some meal replacement bars. As usual, the stupid male trainers were acting like teenage boys with too much testosterone, bouncing a volleyball back and forth with some pretty desk girls while I was trying to get someone to ring me up. And as PrettyDeskGirl was scanning said items, he made a huge show of throwing the ball up in the air and making a dramatic move as if he was going to spike the ball.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how these tools behave. That's why I hate that damn gym. Every time I go in, male trainers are horsing around in the lobby like 5th period Health class, when they have a trainers lounge just right off the lobby they could take this to. They're playing with their phones, or pulling the pigtails of the girls that are "working" at the desk, and it's all just so asinine and unprofessional. And these jackasses are supposed to be instructing ME? I mean, turn six already.
So I think that's why I'm loving this William Cannon 24 so much. At 12:30 a.m., there's no one there other than people who want to work out. No teenage-boy trainers flexing and jumping around in front of the female staff, trying to act and look cool like some John Hughes 80s-movie mating ritual. And I might actually get the pool to myself, a large girl's dream.
KICKASS CLICK OF THE WEEK:
It's called Ex-Boyfriend Jewelry, and it's not just an e-Bay-esque site for girls to get rid of the material remainders of the colossal wastes of oxygen they used to call their man. These girls also dish on their exes. Fab-u-lous! Where the hell was this site in 1996 when I was trying to get rid of my engagement ring...
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