I hate people who make awful smells at the gym
Sweaty smells are fine--it's the fucking gym after all, and if you aren't there to sweat a bit then you probably shouldn't be there.
Previously I've been running on the elliptical machines next to girls in full makeup who are running so slow that perhaps ambling would be a better word for their activity. They blot their faces when any trace of sweat appears and wear perfume. Perfume! In a fucking gym! It's a closed atmosphere, folks, and everyone there is respirating pretty hard. Leave the cloying artificial scents at home, thankyouverymuchokaybye.
Yesterday was even worse. I was at my gym, the 24 Hour Fitness in the Castro neighborhood of San Francisco, and there is a skinny emo guy on the elliptical next to me. And he is farting. A lot. At least once every two minutes. And his farts hang in the air like the cloud of stench around Charlie Brown's friend, Pigpen. And just when a fart had cleared and I could resume breathing again he would fart anew. It smelled like toxic waste or old chicken or the breath of some mangy dog.
Look, if you have gas that bad take some Gas-X or go to the bathroom. Don't keep running at the gym.