I really don’t like to whine and complain. But sometimes a person is exposed to things that fill up their “snark tank”.
No I said SNARK tank not shark tank. Although it is a fitting metaphor!
Unfortunately that moment happened for me tonight and I think I need to release some snark to restore me to my normally cool, zen-like ways. 
As some of you know, I got back on the horse and re-joined Goodlife Fitness a few months back. It was a tremendously positive move and I am feeling all round very good about it. There is a class I like to do called Bodypump.
Like this. And, no, that is not me on the left. Unfortunately.
As you can see there is some equipment involved. In fact, this picture is a little misleading because everyone usually has a step board in front of them, a mat off to the side and a few more weights hanging around the floor around them.
At the gym, when the class is over, you have to return the equipment. Although there are two frames that hold all of the stuff, some Einstein decided to put both frames at ONE end of the room. As you can imagine this creates quite a rush at the end of the class when people are trying to put things away and get the hell out of the gym.
Like this. Except without the umbrella. Or suit jackets. Or bicycles.
Now I have no problem with people moving things along. After all, we are all happy when a workout is over and it’s time to move on to anything something else. But is it too much to ask that we behave with a little bit of decorum?
When I arrive at the end of the room, barbell and weights in hand, I stand behind whoever is at the frame and wait my turn. Yes, I line up and wait my turn. I wait my turn. It would appear as though that behaviour is a thing of the past.
Inevitably someone comes up behind me, steps AROUND me, and happily starts putting her weights back where they belong. She acknowledges me in no way, shape or form.
This never ceases to amaze me. It happens every time I do a Bodypump class. And this is what I say (in my head) every time.
“Oh please forgive me. I was in such a rush to put my things away that it totally slipped my mind that you are the centre of the universe.”
Thank-you for reading. The snark tank has been emptied. For now anyway.
I always feel better when I’m snarky-on-blog instead of snarky-in-life!
lol! Very good point Cindy! The blog is a much better place to get out our snark!
ROFL. But, your post certainly got some points to be noted. I like these lines: “Yes, I line up and wait my turn. I wait my turn”. It feels like your your unwillingly forcing yourself to wait for your turn.
And this: “Like this. Except without the umbrella. Or suit jackets. Or bicycles.”
Well it is not easy to wait my turn! But unlike some others I force myself to do it out of good manners and courtesy! Maybe I need to start just barging my way through……..I am, after all, the centre of the universe. Hahaha!
I need a snark tank. How do you get one? How big do they come? ten gallon? Is there a 20 gallon one? 40? 400?
You may order it in any size you like Sandra. However, being the owner of one, I would highly recommend the ten gallon. If you go much bigger than that, the snark can become overwhelming and you may start lashing out at complete strangers. Or your husband and kids.
Although I admire the idea, I fear a snark tank is simply too little, too late. Your other comments aren’t operating on a grand enough scale, rather than a 20, 40 or 400 gallon tank. I’ve commissioned a study to determine whether the Pacific or the Atlantic would be more suitable.
I could be looking at a Nobel if the study pans out…. of course I will give you full credit as the originator of the Snark Tank concept, however I’m afraid I would have to take my family to Geneva for the award presentation, rather than you…. forgive me.
LOL! I don’t even have a response to that one!!
The next time, you should just drop one of the hand weights on her foot.
[Ooopsie!]
LOL!! PERFECT idea!
My snark tank is almost full too from my own gym lol. That sucks that some people just have no manners but you are doing great
Thanks. You inspired with me with your blogging about the gym!