Originally Posted by
stuffedsuperdud
A middle-aged super-MILF at my gym pays $100+/hr to do sit-ups and TRX pushups with a personal trainer. This isn't the fail though as she's getting some exercise she wouldn't otherwise, gets to complain about her life, can easily afford the exorbitant fee, and the trainer is making some $. (He's a nice guy who hosts amateur strongman events on Saturdays in the parking lot and knows her workout is BS but it's what she wants so w/e). Oh, also, she's basically naked and does her workout in front of the Olympic platform while I jerk, so...yea.....
The fail is her husband, a caricature of rich white guys / basically the bad guy in a Bond movie, who made an appearance today. He didn't even pretend to exercise, choosing instead to prowl around the gym in a polo shirt tucked into cargo shorts, with a sweater draped over his shoulders, making sure no hanky panky is going on. And by prowling I mean giving the trainer the "I got my eyes on you" stare while doing laps around the perimeter of the tiny weight room on Rollerblades®.
I'm not one to make fun of people for not knowing how to lift, but being insecure/jealous AND trapped in the mid-1990's and riding a children's toy makes you fair game in my book.