I have a new pet peeve: people talking on cell phones in the gym. There I was this morning, at 6:10 am, trying to wake up while torturing myself on the eliptical machine. They have the morning news on in the cardio room, so I planned on taking my mind off of my tired muscles by concentrating on the news and weather.
But there she was. A skinny, perfectly made up woman on a treadmill (the loudest machine in the gym), jabbering away on her cell phone. Of course, she had to talk loudly to be heard over the damn treadmill. “Did you get my voicemail?” “Blah, blah, blah….” I really hope she was talking to someone on the East Coast, because otherwise, she is a complete freak for calling someone to talk business at 6:00 am.
I glared at her most of the time I was working out (since I couldn’t be entertained by the TV, I was trying to see how oblivious she was — remember that I’m not a morning person!). I had visions of walking up to her, grabbing the phone, and pressing ‘End’, then handing it back to her. If only I had the guts!
[The Man Now Known as The Ex] says that the other YMCA branch we go to doesn’t allow talking on cell phones in the workout areas, but my branch only had the friendly but worthless grandma working the desk. She hardly ever looks up from the morning newspaper to see who is coming or leaving, so there is now way she would have rescued me from the crazy lady with the cell phone this morning.
[The Man Now Known as The Ex] is actually pretty addicted to his cell phone. Working for a casino, he’ll get calls 24 hours a day, and also on his days off. We could be out to eat, or on a ski lift, and he dutifully picks up the phone and cheerfully says ‘This is [The Man Now Known as The Ex]‘.
One day, I’m going to get really fed up with his cell phone, and I will take it away from him and chuck it into his soup or off of the chairlift. Ha!