The Waiting Room

I like to hit the gym no later than 6:30 on a weeknight in order to aviod the after dinner rush. It's nice because by the time I am done, the crowd starts up.

There were only two people in the cardio room. One person was using a treadmill, the other was stretching. Since there are about 10 treadmills in the cardio room, I selected the treadmill I wanted to use, set my water bottle down in the holder and went to get some paper towels to wipe the machine down. When I returned, the guy who was stretching was standing on the opposite side of the tredmill I was ready to use.

"I was going to use that tredmill." he said snarkily.

I wanted to say "Dude, the water bottle is down, so step off." Instead I said "Whatever, dude." and moved over one tredmill.

Dude did not have anything indicating that he had the tredmill first. And there were 9 other tredmills he could have used.

And whatever happened to chivilery? Sure, I am all for feminism, but at least I could have had the chance to say, "No dude, you go ahead." if he had politely asked if he could use that particular tredmill.

Husband calls it a lack of man-training...and being an asshole.

Cross posted at the Active Academic.