There is a man in the gym
who insists on
dropping his weights to the floor with a thud
after every set of free weight exercises he completes.
It is not pleasant.
I am on the treadmill I am on the treadmill I am on the treadmill
wondering when will it happen when will it happen when will it happen when will it happen wondering when will it happen when will it happen when will it happen when will it…
Fuck!
Okay, I hate this, I have to do something.
I turn him into a jellyfish
and that seems to do the trick.
I am on the treadmill again without a care and the jellyfish…
well it is immobile and silent and sad.
I watch it
for several minutes before deciding to
fill the gym with ocean water.
All the machines and weights are underwater
and there is a brand new jellyfish
that used to be a man,
myself,
and one other lady who was using the elliptical.
I swim over to her
and give her an apologetic look.
She is understanding.
“It needed to happen,”
she shrugs back.
“How are we going to explain this to the apartments manager?”
is the next look she gives me.
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