Too Much Information

Do you know that point in some conversations/encounters when too much information has been divulged by someone other than yourself and once the information has presented itself, you look around to see if anyone else has heard what just happened so you can have your thought bubble validated? (Good example: When Jim from "The Office" looks right into the camera when Michael Scott does something totally inappropriate.) Today I wanted my thought bubble validated. There were no words spoken but sounds...yes, sounds. In a previous post, I discussed "The Chronic Farter" (btw, she has been much better, especially in large groups...whew!) well, we now have "The Moaner." Sigh. Due to conflicting schedules, I was asked to provide a one-on-one Pilates session to a client that usually works with another trainer and I was more than happy to oblige...mo money...mo money! Things were going along smoothly until we were in the middle of a relatively easy exercise and he proceeded to moan...not just moan, but MOOOOAAANNNN. That brings us back to the "too much information" issue...no words were necessary but enough was said about his, shall we say, personal life. O.k., O.k., I know what you're thinking..."People moan all of the time in the gym when they're working out, no big deal!" I chose to think that very same thing, maybe just to make it ok in my head and to keep the laughter from coming out of my mouth. It continued to happen and I found myself looking in the mirror hoping that the reflection of myself would wink at me and nod. Silently snickering at his antics, we continued with his session and more moans followed. I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it. I tried to keep it in, but it just billowed out. He didn't even seem to notice my incessant giggling. Our session ended, he seemed satisfied with his workout, left his cash on the counter, and rode off into the sunset. Yes, you can say it...EWWWW. In fact, I am laughing right this minute. My next client was waiting for me while he finished up and she shot me a look to affirm the contents of my thought bubble...she was in full agreement. Hilarious. He has been a client there for quite a few years and I truly have more appreciation for the trainer who is currently, "ah-hem" providing him with personal sessions. I guess the Chronic Farter was not so bad.