Yesterday I went t my gym and got on an exercise apparatus that requires you sit and peddle. It tells you how far you are going, how fast and you see your heart rate as you peddle. The faster you peddle the more the number goes up. There is a little TV that is mounted on top of the readout so you can spend the time being bored by the news.
As I am serenely peddling away there are few open apparatus that no one is using. Suddenly, this woman shows up in her pink hat, Capri's and sweatshirt. Immediately she starts talking to the machine, somewhat angrily. I keep pedaling, trying not to let her catch me. She mounts and starts her exercise.
For a moment, I thought I was in a porn show or movie or some sex den. As she starts she is making noises, like guttural groans, grunts, panting and sounding like she is orgasmic in her experience If I didn't know better, I would swear someone was with her on that seat.
Minding my business, I pedal away. I try to pedal faster, maybe I can get by her, but the damned machine is stationary.
Suddenly she looks at me and starts to complain about something on the TV monitor, like it matters to me, indicating that some kind of common sense was needed and asked I opinion. I shake my head "Yes" and continue on my way. Now I am worried she will want to be my friend. She doesn't realize I don't make friends at the gym, that is where I go to work out, not socialize.
Finally, she jumps off the equipment and leaves. I wonder if I am sweating from the pedaling I'm doing or from fear of having to be her friend.
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