Spin 2

There seems to be a never ending cast of characters in my spinning class.  I've already mentioned the carrot (or the tan-addict, as I call her).  There's the guy who wears sunglasses in class (he's not blind, what's going on???)  Then there's the guy who never seems to wash his bike shorts, so if you happen to get stuck behind him, you get a whiff of butt funk every time he plunks his smelly ass down on the bike seat.

Today beat them all.  An incredibly fit woman came into spin class and hopped on one of the bikes right in front of the instructor.  All was fine till she took her warm-up shirt off to reveal a sports bra which could BARELY CONTAIN HER ENORMOUS IMPLANTS!!!

I had a side view of her, and it looked like a bagel was trying to burst through her skin just under her armpits.  The poor instructor was trying to look ANYWHERE but straight ahead of him.  He noticed my friend Donna and I giggling in the back row and actually said, "Yeah, you should be sitting where I am right now".

I understand, if you're going to get implants, you want people to look at them, right?  But is the spin class really the place to flaunt your super-fake, oversized, permanently-high-beamed hooters?

I think not.