If brother has not told you yet, he has had a few run ins with gym equipment that are HYSTERICAL. Today, we were at the gym and I was on the upper level and could see him on the stationary bike. And I kept thinking, holy shit I am nervous he is gonna die on the stationary bike (write the damn story brother!)
Since my favorite machines are upstairs and his are down, not to creepify the situation, but I have seen him down on the bikes dozens of times and never was worried. But for some reason today I was like oh man, something bad is gonna happen.
Turns out that reason is that I am psychic. When I was done with my workout, I went over to him and he was on a treadmill. I don't know if he forgot to hit stop but he just stopped walking and then had to cartoon style run to get back on. He was falling, and even though I was so so worried, I didn't even move to help catch him. I just watched and laughed. Bad sister.
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