Stinky Guy rides again, but cleans his machine first

I am back. I forgot this story yesterday. I was working out Monday. I may have mentioned that there are three ARC Trainer elliptical type machines. Two are taken, so in due time I place my gloves on the third and get my stuff, water and magazine, to do my cardio. I see Stinky Guy, and really "stinky" is an understatement, looking at the fact that the machines are occupied. I am a bit gleeful as I have the downwind machine (not my favorite).

I am about fifteen minutes into my half hour, when the woman beside me (middle machine and Stinky Guy's preferred machine) finishes and gets off her machine. I wanted to grab her and glue to the fucking machine but I had no glue, plus I am certain she outweighed me with most of her weight in her ass and thighs, so it may have been like me trying to tackle Jerome Bettis of the Pittsburgh Steelers (it was not going to happen).

Stinky Guy, eyeing the situation, sees his opportunity. I see him making his way to the newly vacant machine. He then stops, picks up a towel and spray bottle of "disinfectant". He sprays the machine and wipes it off before he begins. I am left to think "What the fuck?!!!". Here it is dude with an aroma that could level Tacoma (thank you to the late Frank Zappa for that line) and he is cleaning a machine somebody else used. I should have told him to spray himself and towel down. Then again, had he done that he may have disappeared as his odor was cleansed away.

I am looking at him and thinking that you STINK but feel the need to "clean" something other than your own body. Wake up and smell your stink! On the brightside, I did not catch a wafting of his pure stink, or is that man musk, so maybe somebody has got him improving his personal hygeine. With that I say Smell you later (thanks Nelson Muntz and The Simpsons for that one) and ciao!

In proper post script, I do have to send out my best wishes to my son. It is his 9th birthday today. It seems like just yesterday that he was making his appearance in this world. Of course, it was the coldest day of 1997 and I had to keep running from warm place to cold outside and car, but it was well worth it. It also coincided with the the last running on television, that I can recall, of the movie "The Producers". I thought that was a good omen, a new and healthy son, wife that made it through child birth with no troubles and getting the chance to see one of my favorite and funniest movies. It was the trifecta in an otherwise mundane existence. Happy Birthday my beautiful son, many, many more healthy and happy ones to you. I love you!

Sorry for the sap, but it is true so get over it! I feel it and I said it, now I have to say it to HIM, and I will. Ciao!