Tonight was one of the rare nights where I actually made it to the gym after work. (currently totally drinking wine after the gym - is that wrong?) I normally only go to aerobics (or as Rose likes to call, my 'dance class') nights. So, I'm trying to use my time appropriately and choose the Stair Master (mainly because it was closest to the televisions).
Being that I'm never at the gym to actually use the machines (I love my circa-90s aerobics class), I was taken aback by the number of creepy guys.
So, this short man comes and starts working out next to me. Within only minutes, he starts saying how "Wheel of Fortune" would be a good game show to go on. Um....ok?! Is that line?
Let's just say, one flash of the wires and he was gone! Apparently it was time for his cool-down.