I'm lucky in that I have a home-gym, so the only time I use another one is when I'm on travel.
In D.C. this week, I was trying to superset two exercises with minimal rest period (I was kinda focused).
Firstly, some bastard came in and stole my bench while I was doing some rows...perhaps I should have left my towel on it. Heh. Thank goodness he only did one set of , so it didn't interrupt me too much.
But then it got scary...
A 250-300lb elderly (I dunno...55 years?) lady came in. Wearing nothing but a swimming costume. You get the picture? Worse still, she decides she wants to chat after sitting on the floor (if she did any exercise, it was very brief).
I try hard not to be impolite, and I succeeded here, but my heart now goes out to the poor bastards that have this every time they go to the gym. When I got home today, I kissed my power-rack and hugged my Oly bar (well figurtively anyway).