So... had a cop try to throw me out of the gym this morning. All the squat racks were in use and I noticed he kept trailing away from the one he was using. So naturally when you have 1)[Mark May]ty form 2) no effort 3) you squat 2 sets in 15 minutes
I presume you're about done with that rack. Side note - people who have gym bags, but never seem to carry anything in them. Even worse is when they look full, but nobody ever pulls anything out of them. What's the point?
I politely walk up, take out my ear piece while he's in between his sets.
Me: "Hey, man - I wanted to get some squats in, about how long do you think you might be? - I'd hate to lose a spot to someone else"
Even with the amount of testosterone flying about, typically most people are cool enough to say that they've got x amount of sets left. -or- they have like 20 minutes left.
Him: "I'll be done when I'm done. If you look over here and I'm gone? Then you can feel free to use the rack"
Me: (with one of those confused, Jim Halpert looking faces as I'm slowly taking steps back) "Oooooook *thumbs up*" Sorry to bother you"
In any normal setting, that's it. Its over, done and everybody goes about their business. Nope, not this guy. I'm walking away, I get about 35 feet, I put my headset in and I guess I'll just do hack squats.
A hand pulls on my left shoulder very hard, spinning me around. I couldn't get my feet around quickly and damn near fell flat on my face because of this.
As so as I'm oriented, immediately clench my fists because I have a feeling this guy is going to try to fight me as he still has his hand extended on my shoulder clenching at my shirt.
Him: " Time to leave"
Me: (Truly puzzled look) "uhhhh, what?"
Him: "Get your [Mark May] and go, its time for you to leave"
The conversation then turns into a back and forth of me asking why and whats going on....? Do you work here...? etc etc.
From this point, I don't know he's a cop. I've been extremely respect, saying 'sir', watching my voice tone so on and so forth.
Finally, he drops the bomb.
Him: "I'm an officer and I'm asking you to leave. We don't need punk ass kids here giving me attitude"
I continue to explain, I even apologized (half heart) and said I meant no offense. Can we just drop the nonsense? Not good enough.
He goes to grab my bag, steps on the bag while leaning downward to grab it (I now have a crack in the upper left corner of my phone) and tosses it to me.
Points his right hands at the door, left arm extended so I don't walk by.
Him: "There's the door, see yourself to it"
Thaaaat's when I got [Mark May]ty. From there it went into a vocabulary of fuck, [Mark May], bitch, asshole, clown... blah blah blah. He actually said he could have me arrested for my 'outburst'. In which I gladly told him I've broken no laws and if you put your hands on me again, I'm going to break them. This guy is all of 5'7 and looks like he does nothing but chest and bi's.
To wrap this up, staff member walks over, I say I'll leave so cooler heads prevail and we've already made a big enough scene. Officer dick gets his parting shot in. Him: "Come back when you've learned some gym etiquette, asshole".
I guess the staff member alerted the Gym Manager. I got a phone call about an hour ago. Said manager apologized profusely. Told me he reviewed the tape, saw him spin me
around by my shoulder and is revoking the cops membership immediately. I explain that wasn't necessary, we'll just keep our distance, he's a cop and probably had to deal with [Mark May]ty people on his shift.
Manager then tells me his isn't the first time said cop has pulled this stunt.
I've never had a single complaint from anyone about me while I'm working out. Moral of the story - regardless of who you are, a little common fucking courtesy goes a long way.