Fucking Fatties at my Gym Now, I used to work out at a tiny women's gym near my house. It was so small that there were only a couple regulars. I have no idea how it stayed open. That's not the point. I recently posted about how my brother received some awful discrimination by a ham at the gym, and after consulting the manager we both received free memberships. I've been going to the tiny women's gym for three+ years. Before that, I used my highschool's gym. I had never been in a commercial chain gym before the past few days. So I head to the gym and hop on the stationary bike. Pull out the tablet, getting ready to listen to my music. As soon as I put my headphones in, a 300 pound tubblrina-looking thing taps on my shoulder. I turn around and say "Can I help you?" While glaring at it. It has a lisp and spits at me while talking. "Do you work here?" I laughed and said. "No way. Couldn't deal with the unfit people wasting my time." She stomped away. I like to work out in leggings and a sports bra, because I get hot and sweaty and gross. This wasn't a problem at the women's gym. At most, it would trigger some hams. Today, some fat fuck stared at me the entire hour I was there. God, it was gross. It's fucking neck wiggled every time it moved, and it pulled out a kit kat to eat while it watched me work out. Hams are so gross.