The Return of My Arch Nemesis

Today, my arch nemesis struck again. Except this time, I wasn't the object of his gym frustration. As Rick Owens and I were continuing our conversation from our initial meeting two weeks ago, my enemy approached Rick to ask him if he was using a bench. Rick replied with a pleasant "Yes." Rather then asking if he could work in, my nemesis became irrated. Sure, we were talking, but there's something to be said for sharing. It's a gym. I explained to Rick that the anger-filled, overly tan man obviously has issues with ANYONE who gets in his way - even though he himself didn't want to share a few months back when I removed his towel from the lat machine after he left for more than five minutes. So Rick and I ended our conversation (of course a few minutes later just to rub it in). As I said goodbye to Rick, I added, "Try not to get beat up."