More on the Chicken Shawarma Saga

I first wrote about this guy back in February after he pressured me to go on one of the worst dates of my life. Then he vanished from the gym for months, and reappeared a changed man. He’s been popping back quite a bit lately. He still tries to get my attention, and though I feel like I’m crushing him every time I ignore him, I feel there is no other way to get rid of him.

When I walked in today, I went straight for the bench press machine. Asked some beef standing nearby if anyone was on it, and he said he hadn’t seen anyone, so I started loading it up. Out of nowhere comes Chicken Shawarma; “I’m on there” he says. “Ok, sorry” I say and promptly jump on to another machine.

When he finishes, I am mid chest press with barbells hanging above my head. “I’m done on there, yo.” Uhm. He had a gangsta accent. Now, from the last time I spoke with him, he was going through some life changes, but the guy grew up in the Toronto suburbs. Why on earth does he all of a sudden have an accent? I hate guys like this.