Overheard at the Gym

Awkward story.

Time: morning. Location: gym weights room. I’m doing crunches in the corner, spying on an academic-looking guy working with his muscular, attractive trainer.

The guy, Books, started working out before the trainer, Buff, arrived. This was a big problem.

Buff: It’s like you’re mad at me. You’re acting all pissy.

Books: No! I’m not. I’m not mad at you.