So I am in the squat rack with 85kg loaded on the bar for my main military press work sets. I have my belt and wrist straps hanging over the bar, my big gym bag is on a big box right next to the rack and my drink bottles, chalk bag and general gym shit are right there as well.
Douchebag comes in, stops to take off his shirt and flexes his 18% body fat in the mirror then proceeds to put his water bottle and towel in my rack. Im standing right there.
Now, I'm 189cm tall and weigh 120kg. Im not invisible. But apparently I am when viewed through a douchebag's filter. So I take a step forward. Again, I'm right there next to the rack with red Nike lifting shoes, sweat soaked T-shirt and chalk all over my shit. Its not like I look like a towel rack or bosu ball.
Sensing my movement towards the bar, douchebag turns and looks at me, as if I just materialised out of thin air. Is this a case of complete self absorption or does he need a barbell across the side of his head?
I don't say a word. I just give him my best Julie Bishop death stare. He looks at me for a second, looks kinda confused, looks at all my shit on the bar then walks off to the smith machine, leaving his fukkin bottle and towel in my rack.
See this is why we need to loosen gun control laws. We need some "stand your ground squat rack" rules.
He generally got in the way of everyone for the next hour, doing step ups with 10kg plates, doing glute kickbacks with no weights and some sort of exaggerated walking thingy in the cable row machine with an ankle wrap attached to the cable, which is cute if you are a tight female in spay on lululemons, but not if you are a sweaty fat fuck.