These fucking butter golems at my spin class make me so mad. On a regular Sunday, there are no fat people. It's one of my safe havens in this obese world. BUT, this weekend was memorial day weekend, so some new people showed up and brought their hammy friends along with them (horrible idea).
I do love my spin instructor though, as she runs a good class, and pushed us all extra hard today because some hams were here. About halfway through the class, she'll get off her bike and asks if anyone needs a refill on water. Myself and the two people i was biking next to asked for water, but so did the hemayo in front of me. She ignored his pleas and refilled only our water. Did i mention how much i love my spin instructor?
So the class ends. It's about an hour long, and i happily discussed my stats for my ride with the people i biked next to. We all biked about the same distance, 25.7 miles, and i burned over 330 calories in that class, so i was feeling pretty good. I looked sneeringly over at the he-ham and asked him how far he went... he told me because of his "back pain" that he only went 5 miles (For reference, in this class our spin instructor pushes us so that we at least hit 20 miles. How this ham went 5, that's beyond me).
I couldn't help but let out a little snicker. Five miles! That's nothing, especially on a bike. Anyways, he didn't stretch afterwards with the rest of the class. He left both of his towels on his bike (ewwwwww) and didn't wipe it down (also ewwwwwww). So our lovely spin instructor wouldn't have to touch that biohazard, i wiped down his bike after wiping down my own, and then washed my hands for a long time.
TLDR: Went to spin class as usual. Was Memorial Day weekend, so some hams came to class. The big butter golem in front of me didn't wipe down his bike and i almost tackled him in rage