Fuckin' authority... I can't STAND it!
So, I'm at the gym tonight. And it's like any other night recently. The building always closes at 11 p.m., but the campus security assholes have taken to the practive of herding anyone who wants to showerout of the weight room at 10:30. Then, they're in the locker room harassing us while we shower--NOT 10 MINUTES LATER! Tonight was especially irritating, because I was done iwth my entire workout--weights, cardio and all--before 10:30. I get in the shower, and lo and behold, the motherfucker is in there 10 minutes later telling us we gotta get out. So, I finish up like 2 minutes later, and I'm drying off, and he's back in there telling me I can't be doing this anymore--like I'm some sort of habitual DWI offender. I--not politely but not beilligerently--ask him what time it is, knowing full well that the building closes at 11 p.m. He doesn't answer me, he just keeps repeating that I can't be doing this anymore. I say:
"I asked you a question."
And he just KEEPS REPEATING HIMSELF!
"I asked you a question, SIR."
Then he says some bullshit about how I'm not even ready to go, I haven't dried my hair... blah, blah, blah... like I'm speaking fucking German, or something, and hasn't understood a word I said. Pigfucker.
I realize that this is useless, so I storm past him to my locker. I figured it best to get dressed and out of there while he was off mouthing off to some of the other students--lest he come back for another round and I end up saying something to really get me in trouble.
Oh yeah, and this whole argument took place while I was dripping wet NAKED, between the gang shower and the lockers.
This place pisses me off more and more with every minute of my life that slips through my fingers while I'm here. I think I might write a professional letter to both the athletic department head and head of security. Fuckin' cunts.
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"I asked you a question."
And he just KEEPS REPEATING HIMSELF!
"I asked you a question, SIR."
Then he says some bullshit about how I'm not even ready to go, I haven't dried my hair... blah, blah, blah... like I'm speaking fucking German, or something, and hasn't understood a word I said. Pigfucker.
I realize that this is useless, so I storm past him to my locker. I figured it best to get dressed and out of there while he was off mouthing off to some of the other students--lest he come back for another round and I end up saying something to really get me in trouble.
Oh yeah, and this whole argument took place while I was dripping wet NAKED, between the gang shower and the lockers.
This place pisses me off more and more with every minute of my life that slips through my fingers while I'm here. I think I might write a professional letter to both the athletic department head and head of security. Fuckin' cunts.
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