You know Mr. Thick Neck, the guy who lifts four hours in the morning and four hours at night. He might even do push-ups in the middle of his day job, if he has one.
He leaves his three-pound weights on the machine right before you use it and, ahem, forgets to put them away. Why? He’s too busy admiring himself, occasionally lifting up his shirt to view his abs in case they had disappeared from the time he last looked 15 minutes ago.
He’s too busy slamming his weights down like he's trying to mark his territory, showing everyone else that he’s strong and able.
You envision him picking up chicks by saying, “I pick things up. I put them down. You know? Wanna see my guns?”
If that’s not terrible enough, you start to wonder if you have asthma because you’re hyperventilating until you realize, it’s just his combination of cologne, aftershave, and deodorant that is making you feel dizzy and wanting for air.