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GYM GAMES

This morning more on the gym music wars.

John, the guy on the desk Tuesday through Thursday, is also a locksmith.

He has been able to breach security on the way over loud, ear plugs required sound system.

Today it was off when I arrived.

Good.

Sooner or later he has to turn it back on. Today when he hit the button it was right at the cue-up of The Duke of Earl by Gene Chandler.

Applause broke out on the cardio floor. I did a prize fighters pose.

A new battle rages now. The battle of the fans.

There is a right old bastard who has begun to use the elliptical. He is a bullet headed guy with a loud gravelly voice who relies on non-verbal intimidation to get through his day.

He and "the wife" turn on all the fans in the place. It is like a fucking wind tunnel.

No one, including me, wants to just go turn them off. It has been discussed. Three of us get up and go flip the switch simultaneously. We do, two of us, go turn them off the second they get off the equipment. They cannot miss that we are up to it. The guy sits on the benches at the top of the stairs, takes his shirt off (prohibited and in his case a real danger) and cools off. To less air. The wife just sits.

Another game to while away the time.

Labels: fun. music, gym