Walk into the gym this morning and there is a guy on the treadmil huffing and puffing and panting like a 3 pack a day smoker. I mean LOUD like a freakin train. He is soaked to the skin in his two dollar Greg Brady off green ring collared cotton t-shirt and circa 1970s basketball shorts. He then proceeds to lube up half the Matrix machines with his liquid lard, and wipes nothing off. Oh well, I only had to use one machine he'd used, so I hosed it down with disenfectant and got on with my life.
So I finish my workout, head to the locker room, and take a shower. Get out of the shower and head to the sink to brush my teeth, etc etc. In walks Mr. Sweatball. He takes off his gym shorts and shirt leaving on his socks and underwear both of which are soaked thru. He proceeds to walk over to the sink next to the one I am using and basically gives himself a standing sponge bath using water and paper towels. Then he hits the locker room, pulls on his Dockers over his sweaty BVDs and pulls on a polo shirt without applying any deodorant, puts on his shoes and heads out the door to work.
His coworkers better have a full case of Lysol ready.......WTF????