Ugh. Today, I was at the gym to find out a bunch of fatasses managed to climb the stairs out of the cardio area. I'm usually safe at the third floor, but today the gym was packed and they got there. I blame on this fucking Olympics, now every eatbeast wants to be a "strongperson".  There was this femayo who's definitely new (it had full, gym-branded workout gear, I even thought for a second it was an employee or something), and, of course, with a personal trainer. Despite paying him hourly, it spent 10 minutes (not a hyperbole, I counted them) updating Facebook with gym selfies and mentioning its trainer and stuff. He got visibly annoyed, but he was dedicated to milk that cow as hard as he can and didn't say anything. This bitch was so weak it couldn't lift the weights even in the equipment's lightest setting (I think 5 lbs?), the trainer had to help it complete. Under that sorry bag of cottage cheese, there didn't seem to be any sign of its glutes.