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so i am training right, all alone in my little corner of the gym. their is a guy (in his tight fitting lycra shirt pencil neck little fucker) curling a little ways away so i set my towel on the bench and start my set, oh by the way their is a 40 pound d.b. by the bench. all of the sudden this mouse comes up and TELL'S ME to move my shit, so ok i am cool said sorry bro did not mean to get in your way. he proceeds to do d.b. rows with the 40 and walk off again, leaving his d.b. were it dropped out of his little paw. had to answer his cell. really? i moved my shit. for him and he can't rerack? this is my house till someone bigger walks in law of the jungle bro and i am alpha. i hate that shit no hey man could you move your stuff no how's it going. fuck them pencil necked lycra wearing no lifting smart phone talking geeks!!!!