An entitled Karen accuses me of trying to hit on her at the gym.

After I took off my wedding ring, just trying to get some exercise done before I went home to my kids.

Things escalated from there as she got in my face, screamed at me, calling me a jerk with her phone in my face,

only to finally pour her drink in my face and down my shirt.

And I've honestly never been more confused in my life.

Here's what happened.

So I am very happily married with a small herd of children,

and have been going to the gym in my little town since November of 2022.

I always go after getting the kids to bed, which generally puts me there at around 8.30 pm.

The gym I go to has two rooms, one that has cardio equipment and the other room has free weights,

as well as various other workout devices.

My routine begins the same every time, with nine miles on the bike,

which leaves me in a state similar to that of a walrus,

that has just managed to pull himself onto an iceberg, very wet and breathing heavy.

This process takes me until about 8.55 in the evening.

I enjoy hitting weights at this time, because the gym is often, not always, a little bit empty,

and it leaves me to grunt and groan in peace.

Tonight, the gym was not empty when I entered the weight room.

Now, I mentioned that I have been going to the gym since early November.

In that time, I have gotten used to the people that do spend time in the gym past 9 o'clock,

and the person that was there with me was new.

It's not a big deal.

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