Nice guys don't even get to start.
One of the things I like about the complex I currently live in is the fact that the exercise room is directly across from my apartment. Unfortunately, it's not that big, so you have to schedule things right to get a machine. Tonight, I decided I should go do some time on the elliptical. Looking out from my balcony, I could see that, indeed, one machine was open. Whoo-hoo! I sprung into action, grabbed my towel, my love iPod, and my bottle of water, and sprinted down the steps, to try and nab the remaining machine. As luck would have it, a woman and her friend arrived at the exercise room door at EXACTLY the same moment I did. What does one do in a situation like this? Although I knew what the outcome would be, the four chivalrous cells in my body could not allow me to push my way in front of them. I waved them ahead, and watched them take the last remaining elliptical machine and stationary bike. I turned around and walked out. Bitches.