There's an asian guy at my gym now who is obviously juiced (He's 5'8" and walks around at ~230lbs and whenever he wears a singlet all the acne on his back makes his skin look like the surface of the moon), has no idea what he's doing and has his 3 or 4 not-big hangers on who all cheer for him when he lifts anything and likes to walk around like he's all alpha and leave his weights around for other people to pick up after him.
So beyond the obvious the first douchey thing he did to show up on the radar is come over and ask me in pidgeon english if the db rows I was doing were to hit triceps (WTF). I give him the eyebrow raise and shake my head, do the right thing and tell him it's a lat exercise, he looks confused and wanders off.
Then I go into the changeroom and he's having a pose-off with himself in the mirror (Tackle out - always bad for your man-brand) as his little crew of gaylords stand and stare and cheer. I throw my bag down and they all stop and look at me and I say, "Put some ****in' pants on you gaylord, this isn't "that" kind of gym!" and thankfully he obliges.
Then next time I'm in the gym doing squats one of the chicks I know comes over and complains that he's left ~1,400 lbs of plates racked up on the 45 deg leg press machine. Now I'd already told him off about leaving his **** lying around so I go over and tell him to take the plates off the machine, he looks and his 'friends', then back at me and smiles, and attempts to walk by, I put my hand on his chest, shake my head and point at the machine and get about 2" away from his nose and say, "I'm not asking, I'm not suggesting... ****ing clean it up." and he suddenly looks like a kicked dog and tells his disciples to do it. Since then all I gotta do is squint at him and he unracks all his ****. :lol:
So in short, he's still a douchebag, but at least he knows his role.