You just burst into my gym like a woman on a mission. I was sure you were about to tell me that we either woke you up with our loud music, or that one of my members pooped on your driveway. Instead, I come to find out that you roared up here like a bat out of hell, stormed into my gym and demanded “WHO’S IN CHARGE?” to tell me that YOU almost ran over one of MY CROSSFORTERS.
Despite the fact that I smiled politely while you explained your HORRIFIC experience of being an asshole driver and almost killing Garth, I wanted to stab you. Instead of smiling and promising to order reflective vests, I wanted to tell you to take your high heels and stick the pointy end in your eye.
Why did I smile and nod when I wanted to yell at you?
You know why? Because I’m not a JERK like you. I don’t solve my problems by being an ass face to everyone I meet. My problems get solved by being a good person.
Now stay out of my gym before I lose the ability to smile and nod while being yelled at.