The Gym and "80's Haircut"

My husband, Eric, and I have recently gotten membership at a local gym. We take turns going in the evening, usually after the boys are in bed.

The one who goes first is obliged to give the "heads up."

For example, if I go first, I like to give report on the "grunters" and the "exhalers." You know them: usually men who flaunt themselves like roosters, are always seen wearing lifting belts and gloves and drinking out of a 10 gallon bucket of protein powder with a straw. They reek of Old Spice and the locker room floor (or is it the locker room floor that reeks of them).

Eric keeps his eye out for "80's haircut." It's one particular man; his small head adorned with plumage somewhere between a mullet and a Farrah Fawcett. He also falls into the category of "grunter." Whereas most "grunters" and "exhalers" exert themselves under 100s of pounds, "80's Haircut" pushes his limits with the elastic bands. Internal laughter ensues at such a sight.

But, then again, what do I know about the level of difficultly of the bands?

I'll have to ask grandma next time I see her at the gym.