I love the gym. It’s the only “me time” that I have. Ninety minutes, six days a week to sweat out any aggression to angry rock and rap music pounding my ears through my headphones. Unfortunately, it’s not my own private gym, therefore I have to deal with other people, even if minimal interaction.
But sometimes that minimal interaction can be maximum annoying, especially as a woman in a generally-male dominated world. Here are my top annoyances.