Again, I am the asshole

Today I was setting up for yet another grueling 300 workout.  There was a guy back there while I was getting ready.  I have seen him before, he is middle aged, probably closer to 50 than 40.   He sort of looked like Mr McFeeley from Mr Rogers.

  This guy was another member of the terrible form club.  He is yet another one of those guys that do reps rapid fire, using a third of his range of motion.  Every exercise he does looks like silly.  Well anyway I was setting up my stuff which included setting up my step bench.  Well evidently, Mr McFeeley set his glasses on top of the step bench and I hadn’t noticed. (his glasses were rather small and frameless)  After he got done doing a funny looking set of high speed, bouncing, stretching things he said something about if I saw his glasses.  Puzzled, I said no.  He said he sat them on top of the bench which I now had propped against the mirrored wall while I set the steps up.  He pulled the bench away from the wall and there were the glasses on the ground behind it, a little dirty but evidently unharmed otherwise.  Now of course I wouldn’t intentionally dump a guys glasses on the ground and I said to him “I’m sorry, I didn’t see them there.  Are they ok? Just a little dirty?” None of which he responded to.  He just gave me a dirty look and went out into the main gym floor to do some more exercises with bad form.  F him.  He meandered back into my 300 cave as I was finishing up.  After the work out I am so spent that there is no tolerance for any bullshit in my mind. My fuse at that point in time is incredibly short.  I was sort of waiting for him to say something further about it and I was all ready to verbally beat the shit out of him for reacting so negatively to what obviously was an accident.  However he said nothing so either did I.  I am the asshole.