Monday, May 29, 2006

The Definition of Wrong #4

I have absolutely no restraint when it comes to food - I blame this on my Italian heritage. To make up for this I make sure to run a few days a week as atonement for my terrible diet.

I dutifully went in to the gym today and was about half way through my run when I smelled something awful --- we're talking fish rotting in the sun awful. The guy working out to my left had apparently decided it was ok to fart while running on the treadmill-- after all, everyone is listening to their iPods and no one will notice, right?

I noticed.

I continued to run while simultaneously trying not to gag.

I looked over to see a youngish woman get on the treadmill to my left. She starts her run and then must have noticed the stench in the air.
The woman turns in my direction, gives me a dirty look and then walks over to a treadmill on the other side of the room.

So thank you Mr. Farting Treadmill guy - for today you are the definition of wrong.


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