Locker Room Girls

So I am back at the gym. After a year of messing about with the injury to my psoas, I am finally at a place where my leg can handle the stress of working it out. That is incredible news, indeed!

However, things have changed at my local gym in the time I have been away. On the plus side, a Gold's Gym opened up nearby and all the musclebound jocks have vacated the premises. This makes me very happy, for I do not go to the gym to look at eye candy (I don't think of this type of man as eye candy anyway). I go to the gym to strength train, period, so the removal of these weight hogs is a good thing.

What is not so good is the presence of two young women whom I have yet to see actually work out. When I get to the gym, they are in the locker room, messing about in front of the mirrors or busily chatting away on their cell phones. Actually, it is only the one girl who feels the need to be on her cell phone ad infinitum. Her friend's role seems to be that of morally supporting her idiocy.

Last week, the call was to Girl One's father. She was bossy and rude to him, and the attitude she gave him made me want to smack her on his behalf. She demanded he come to get her RIGHT NOW, and was furious when he said he would be some time. After she hung up, she was seething. She ranted to her friend about the new 52 inch television her parents had purchased. She could not for the life of her understand why they would spend their money on such an unnecessary item when she didn't even have a car yet. She was, she informed her supporter, quite fed up with her parents buying things that were of no interest or use to HER!

*insert eye roll here*

Yesterday, the call was to - guess who? - her father, who again was supposed to drop everything and pick her up RIGHT NOW! Apparently he informed her that since it was Monday, he himself was headed to the gym. Well this just did NOT sit well with her. She ranted and raged, asking her supporter why in the world her father would think she would keep track of what he does.

JFC.

Now, I understand that young people are becoming by and large, much softer than previous generations. I understand they are incapable of using public transit, cleaning up after themselves, or helping out around the house unless they get paid unionized executive wages. I understand all these things, but for crying out loud, keep it OUT OF MY GYM!