Pet Peeve

I go to the Y to work out. I have to say, EVERY TIME I GO THERE I AM VISUALLY ASSAULTED BY THE THING THAT TOTALLY IRKS ME. I AM IRKED.

V.P.L.

VISIBLE PANTY LINE. EVERY TIME. WHO THINKS THAT IS A FLATTERING LOOK?????

GROSS

BUT TODAY TAKES THE CAKE. I AM SORRY. FOR THOSE WITH A SENSITIVE GAG REFLEX, DON'T READ THIS.

A WOMAN. ON THE HEFTY (REALLY HEFTY) SIDE. TIGHT BLACK SPANDEX. THONG ABOUT 4 SIZES TOO SMALL. IT WAS LIKE THE THONG WAS
SLICING HER BUM INTO 4 BUMS. AND THEN THE SPANDEX. SERIOUSLY, THINK TOPOGRAPHICAL MAP. I COULDN'T STOP WATCHING. IT WAS LIKE AN ACCIDENT IN SLOW MOTION, BUT ON THE TREADMILL IN FRONT OF ME. RUNNING. BOUNCING ALL OVER THE PLACE. I GET OFF MY MACHINE TO SWITCH TO ONE WHERE I WOULD BE FREE OF THIS VISUAL ATTACK AND THE ELLIPTICAL AND SPIN BIKES WERE ALL TAKEN!!!

NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

I left. Having been visually assaulted and almost losing my oatmeal. I am irked.

My friendly workout tip. Go commando. Wear clothes (and if you must, underwear. but seriuosly. don't.) that fits. Seriously. No one wants to see your panty line. Especially me. Give yourself the once over before you leave, make sure all is well with the booty, and that it doesn't look like a road map.

Thank you.