- Paul Davidson
When Towel Hitting Becomes Uncomfortable Gym Conversation
This morning at the gym I was doing my thang on an elliptical machine when the girl next to me got down and in the process accidentally snapped me with her towel. I wasn’t going to let it stand.
Me: You just hit me with your towel.
Her: Oh!? I’m sorry!
Me: It hurt.
Her: Oh. I’m totally sorry about that!
At this point, she began to get her things together, preparing to leave.
Me: Where are you going?
Her: I’m leaving.
Me: You can’t just leave. That’s like leaving the scene of a hit and run accident.
Her: What the hell are you talking about!?
Me: You. Hit. Me. With. Your. Towel.
Her: Yeah, so?
Me: So, that apology you gave me a few seconds ago really wasn’t a genuine apology, huh?
Her: Look. I have to go. What the hell do you want me to do?
Me: Let me hit you back.
Her: Let you hit me back?
Me: Yeah. It’s only fair.
Her: Let you hit me back with…what?
Me: With your towel.
Her: Will you leave me alone, then?
A minute of debate. Then she hands over the towel. Which I am quick to whip back at her forearm, in just the way she had previously done to me. We were-
Her: …even now?
Me: Yes. Thanks. Have a great rest of your workout.
Her: Yeah, whatever.
What can I say. I like to test the boundaries of society.