Jabber jaw

There is a guy at my gym that never shuts the f up.  I actually have known this guy for quite awhile, he used to also go to that old shit hole, Powerhouse.  Once Powerhouse closed their doors and snuck away like a thief in the night I didn’t see this guy for quite awhile until he showed up at Retro maybe 6 months ago.

This guy is short and probably somewhere in his late 50’s nowadays and like I said, he never, ever shuts up.  85% of the time he spends in the gym is spent talking.  A few times over the years I have got sucked into his gab vortex but I have become pretty adept at avoiding it now by never making eye contact and always looking tired, annoyed or rushed.  Even so, sometimes he will bash through my defenses and insist on cramming an unwelcome conversation in there.  I have a finite amount of time at the gym to get done what I need to get done.  I don’t want to waste 15 minutes of faking interest in what this guy has to say.

The guy really is something else.  Today while I was doing my 300 I saw him engage at least a dozen different people in the gym in conversations they would rather not have.  This guy is ALWAYS the one to start the conversation, you never see anyone walk up to him and start talking.

It’s almost like he is a crackhead that is jonesing for his next hit.  As soon as the guy is done with a set he is instantly surveying a 20 foot circle around him, desperately searching for his next victim of stupid small talk. If he doesn’t have someone to blab at he visually looks unsettled.  I wonder if they have a pill for that…