Hey HAAAAY hey! You there, Mr Gangsta. Wuzzup?
Yeah, I see you shuffling along here in the gym, with your phone in your hand and no workout clothes on 'cuz apparently they didn't have anything in all black that you can wear down around your knees. You keep looking back at me and then making all these intricate maneuvers. What's up with that, Homey? Are you afraid I'm gonna shank you? Sure, 'cuz University gyms are known for that kind of thing, right? Sure they are.
You walk slower than my grandmother, and right in the middle of the aisle like a hippo. That's truly saying something, too, because my grandmother is dead and dead is about as slow as it gets, or was until I met you.
|I look so cool doing this|
|Don' be sneakin', fool!|
Notice how I didn't have to look over my shoulder to know he was there. Also, I did not jump or spin like a rabbit being chased by dogs. I did not drop my cell phone. And most importantly of all, notice how he did not stick me with a shank or anything like that. This is generally how it works in gyms around here. You might have realized that if you thought about it and considered the fact that no one has knifed you, either.
Seriously dude, you are acting like an idiot.