Pick Up Truck Tool Boxes

"Give me four more! Come! DO IT!" Cries a voice resembling gray Randy "Macho Man" Savage. A man 7 feet tall with muscles popping from places I did not know muscles could pop from towers over a skinny teenager whose trembling arms desperately try to complete a series of loops. Meet Robby, personal trainer gym and resident jerk. He has a high intensity, steroid pumping, self-centered, type never left high school to Guy. Of course, his biceps are bigger than my head, but he is more stupid than a set of bricks. But what really gets me ... his obnoxious alpha male superiority complex.

Clunk! The sound of weights crashing to the attention of all on the skinny kid who just collapsed on the floor. "Arise Suzy! Or do I need to get you a Kleenex? Shouts Robby. He liked to call emasculate its clients by calling the names of girls over the work. Fortunately, the excessive sweating camouflages the tears rolling down the cheeks of the poor child.

I can not be the biggest guy in the gym, or closer to the size of Robby, but there's one thing I know for sure - Robby Strick need to go.

Since the local newspaper published an article on fitness exercise tips with Robby, he was walking like he is a celebrity. Robby has always been greater than average. Growing up, Robby had a bit of weight problems - he had a love affair with Twinkies. But once puberty hit, he began to grow while instead of just the sides.

There's just something that Robby loves more than himself and that his truck. It has a brand new, candy apple red pickup; equipped with huge chrome wheels, rumbling exhaust and a sound system that constantly blows from the song "That's why I'm hot."

After my work I stop in the locker room for a quick clean up. I am frightened by the cries of voices. With a row of lockers I can see Robby and another man arguing muscle. Being the klutz that I am, I slipped in a puddle of water and smack down on the floor hard. Robby looks at me, then look the other guy in the face and said: "I'd better not see you here," and storm the locker room.

Upon leaving, I can just make the words low, I'm hot because you're not, as peels Robby red truck in the parking lot. We all knew that the man was not Robby holy, but what he himself had been involved with this time?

A few days later, when I pull the car park gym, I am greeted by the flashing lights of a police vehicle. Apparently, someone broke into the back of a truck Robby. "I was framed! This is not my secret, "shouted the voice of the grizzly. At the back of the crowd, there was the guy who talked with Robby in the locker room. It was there, smiling.

Have someone under Robby? Probably not, but someone has to brake in the truck bed Robby, and reported the truck full of drugs to the cops. I wonder if there are witnesses to testify, a certain person who saw an argument. Well, I guess that's out of my hands.

Peace was restored in the gym in the world. Alleluia