I usually mock gym couples in my head. Especially when the Mrs. is standing between Mr. and his gains. Nothing sadder than a hardo trying to sell you on a benchpress of around 65 pounds

Today I saw the exact opposite of the gym couple and almost laughed so hard I spit pre-workout all over her windshield. 

That poor sumbitch has probably exhausted the subtle mentions of her round body joining him at the gym.  In his mind he is making progress having convinced her to take her afternoon nap in the LA Fitness parking lot instead of her usual futon.

Alright enough of this chuckle party, I have some weights to throw around.