Oh shizz that reminds me of something that just happened over the weekend to me. Gather around kids, it's story time:
I go to the main gym on post here (Army Post) mainly because it's right around the corner from my house AND it's free. One of the perk of the Army - being fit is required so we get to have free gyms (even in combat zones). I'm not a big dude by any means, but everyone has to work on their bodies, right? So no shiz there I am on my 3rd set of bench-press (not gonna say how much weight :28

and some 20 year old ass-bag come over and starts to take a plate off! I turn to him and say "dude I'm about to start my last set can you wait a minute?". He has the balls to to snicker and say "Oh really? 'Cause if I was your size I'd just give up." A rage filled inside me.
Side note: You see - there is a reason I have an absolutely vicious tongue and fists to back it up. Just think: Who gets picked on more growing up - the smallest kid in the class or the 6'9" 350lbs monstrosity that could be mistaken for an NFL Defensive Tackle? THAT's why you run across the scrappy little dude that has a Napoleon complex all the time. Now I'm 27 years old - since grown out of that phase a long time ago. Well the constant fighting part anyway....
I stood up and loudly proclaimed "Well sh*t, Bruno, I'm sorry I didn't shoot out of my mom's ass looking like a genetic mutation like you! There's a reason I'm here - and it's NOT to impress some young trouser stain who has retard strength due to his parents being siblings! Go fist your f*cking boyfriend!"
So he leaves. Sort of. I noticed when I was done that he was standing about 20' away watching me bench. At the foot end of the bench - probably staring at my nuts. Or wondering why I go so low and go really slow.
Fin.