Characters:
Sean
Regular Gym-Goers A
Regular Gym-Goers B
Kung-fu Master
Sean: *Sniff*Sniff* (Smells like medicated ointment - who would use such a thing in an air-conditioned gym??)
Regular Gym-Goer A saw Sean entering the gym and pats a resigned pat on Sean's shoulder.
Sean: (Something is not right today. Takes a quick look around the gym to find out what and why.)
A burly-looking man wearing a singlet and long pants was huffing and puffing on the bench-press machine.
Sean: (This guy is a stranger to this place.)
Sean: Hmm....I smell medicated oil around.
Regular Gym-Goer B cast a helpless eye over to the burly-looking man who walked past. The smell was coming from his arms and the man just walked over to some makeshift punching bag on the other side of the gym and began punching the bag and periodically rubbing two bottles of ointment on his forearms.
Sean: (The smell is overwhelming - better ask the man to stop rubbing the ointment or we will all suffocate in the gym.)
Sean: Ahem..Err..Shi-fu (meaning Teacher in polite terms). Do you mind if you don't rub those ointment inside the air-conditioned gym? The smell is quite powerful and a few of us inside are having trouble coping with it. It's dazing our senses somewhat.
Kung-fu Master: Eh? Is it? I see. It's a good gym here. Good ventilation. My ointment is good ointment too - $28 and it helps to improve circulation. Don't worry, I won't use it again. This my first time using it here.
Sean went back to his routine, thinking that the burly-looking man seemed a man of reason and could just be unfamiliar with the needs of the rest of the gym-goers. He opened a couple of windows to hope to clear up the musty air of medicine.
10 minutes later, the burly-looking man took his ointment and resumed rubbing it onto his forearms, much to the chagrin of the rest of the gym-goers.
Sean: (Approaching the man when he was nearing another machine) Shifu, that medicated ointment must be very good but it's still very strong even after we opened the windows. Can you...
Kung-fu Master: (Interrupting) Ah...don't worry, medicated ointment is very good stuff. Just open the windows and everything will be fine. I am a good person and I am not afraid of people or even the police. I do what I think it's right. No problem.
Sean: Okay....(eyes the burly-looking Kung-fu Master and shrugs shoulders)
5 minutes later, the burly-looking man continued to use his ointment to scent up the gym. All the gym-goers gave another sigh of quiet indignation.
Sean: -____-" What's wrong with this human???
(Sean left the gym in 5 minutes and headed over to the office, bent on lodging a complaint against that stubborn Kung-fu master who wanted to suffocate everyone else for his own comfort and broken his promise to behave in a public place time and again.
"Master", my foot! And I always thought people who are practitioners of martial arts would have better self-discipline than many. What a disgrace to their community!)
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