And b/c most gyms are stupid and only have 1 or 2 of them, you should have to pass a test and obtain a 'pass' if you want to use the racks.
I had to go to Golds at 6PM last night, something I have avoided for as long as possible. Normally, I go sometime inbetween 11 and 12, but work has been nuts recently. It was such a bad experience (more on that in a sec) that I actually went up to the manager and suggested something of the like. My suggestion was that after the person comes in and is given the initial tour, and then pays, that they are required to go through a lesson in gym etiquette, and if they catch you acting like a douche after all of that, then a series of penalties are levied.
Just got home, had to share this.
Shrugs in the Smith rack. Shrugs???? 225lbs too, not like it was 400 or something.
If EVERYTHING ELSE was busy, I could see that. ROM in shrugs is so small and linear that it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if other shit was being used. However, I am not a big fan of shrugs with the weight in front of you, I prefer having my arms directly to my sides, so you'll never see me using it.
He was wearing thong undies
I saw a girl working out in a pair of men's underarmor boxers as shorts this weekend. I had a nice laugh thinking back to when my mom convinced me to wear a pair of Genie boxers (From the disney movie Aladdin) to school in third grade, despite having to safety-pin the weiner hole closed (they had no button), because "they really are shorts," despite my skepticism.
There were so many different characters worth my animosity last night that I can't even make them into characters. Half of the things I went to do had weights stacked either randomly, or in reverse order on the moment arm of the equipment itself (One was even done to the order of 5, 10, 25, 45, from inside out). There wasn't a single weight tree that had any semblance of order left on it, when at noon every day, they are in perfect order. The dumbbell rack had zero order left to it, to the point where the 120's were right next to the 25's.
In the super crowded weight room, people would do stuff right in the middle of the walking asiles, and one guy even went so far as to just drop his weights randomly in the middle of the floor, and just walk off. People were monopolizing machines, doing a quick set, then sitting on the machine and resting/chatting for an easy 6-7 minutes between sets.
At the very start, I grabbed the available upright seat (the only one in the whole gym that is designed specially for sitting upright), threw my towel on it, turned and grabbed my 110's, and turned back, and some greaseball had taken my towel off, and had sat down with his 15's to do some concentration curls... He came very close to eating 220 pounds of metal. I put my weights down next to the chair, and stood right in front of him, inbetween him and the mirror, thunder in my face. He stopped, and started to say something like "excuse me," and I shook my head at him, and he shut his mouth. I stood there, saying nothing for at least 10 seconds. He finally said "Oh, is this your towel? Were you using this chair?" I still didn't say anything. He stood up and sulked away. I'm sorry, but he saw me drop my towel there, and in the three seconds that it takes for me to walk a few feet and pick up my dumbbells, he thought he was gonna be all cool and sneak in. That's rude as hell, and that kind of crap bugs me to no end.
Then there was a guy there that was maybe 200 pounds, but a super soft 200, that was walking around in a sleeveless underarmor shirt, upside down backwards visor, and lifting gloves (including wrist straps that he never took off), talking loudly about taking steroids to at least a couple of different guys, and flexing his bicep to each of them. I hope the juice sterilizes him so that my progeny never have to deal with anything he chances to produce.
Then, there was the guy that was there with a very attractive women that wasn't wearing very much clothing. When he wasn't doing his sets, he would walk around her, glaring at all the other guys there, making sure no one was staring. I had the best time messing with him. When I was about to leave, I made sure he saw me checking her out, then I gave him a knowing nod, and then a wink, then walked away.
Never going back during after-work hours again.