him: "can you give me a spot?" (no "excuse me" or "please"... of course)

me: "Sure."

So I head on over... 155lbs on the bar. Doesn't look like he'd need a spot, probably just wants me just in case.

"1, 2, 3" *assists lifting bar from rack*

*down*, *bounce*, *up*... continue for 8 reps of chest-crushing "bench pressing"

I head on over and do my set of stiff deads... he calls me back.

185 on the bar this time.

Only this time I'm not so lucky... *down*, *bounce*, *stuck*, *help*... FOR THE LAST 4 REPS!!! I did most of the work for the last 4 reps.

He asks me for another spot a few minutes later, this time 205lbs... what is he doing increasing the weight when he can't even finish the previous set? This time he needed my help FOR ALL 8 REPS. I even had a friggin vein popping out of my bicep as if I just did 1,000 dumbbell curls.

He came back to me a few minutes later and asked me to spot him again. I looked over and saw 225lbs on the bar and I just told him forget it, you can't do the weight and I don't do biceps until Friday. He actually got mad!!! What an asshole... walked away with a look of disgust on his face and grabbed some other guy who looked like he wanted a bicep workout.

So who was spotting who? Was I spotting his bench presses, or was he spotting my barbell curls? Lol... truly sad.

spotting bicep curls, sweet stuff! muhahahaah!!! :~)
god... pweee...
HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!

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"hey my ego comes from years and years of dedicated work..while all u other assholes where out drinking and screwing i was in the gym" Mr. Muscle

"because I'm a genius" Sakuragi

"muscle failure... and one more." Some guy