You take safety seriously; safety warnings doubly so. It was only natural that when your gym posted a briefing on safety devices that you’d follow it to the letter.
Before even leaving home, you made sure to put on your steel toe boots and thermal underwear. Once in the gym, you strap on your weightlifting belt and don your bright orange hard hat, which doubles as head protection and a quick identifier to any hunters nearby. You cover your hands with sharkskin gloves to increase grip while decreasing the risk of blisters and adjust your climbing harness in case of any unexpected falls, making sure to set the tether length to six feet as recommended in the manual. You inspect the airbags under the benches to ensure they’re in working order before taking a seat to attach your snow shoes.
You nod in approval and stand to begin your workout.
Before you can grasp the dumbbells, the gym manager walks onto the weight room floor. Seeing your flagrant display of disregard for the rules, he runs quickly over to you.
“Hey!” shouts the manager. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
You freeze like a deer in headlights, wondering what horrible lapse in judgment you’ve made, what terrible infraction against the safety of yourself and the gym as a whole you’ve made.
The manager wordlessly taps twice on the outer edge of his eye socket.
Of course, you think, cursing yourself mildly. You reach into the pocket of your asbestos coveralls and retrieve your shooting glasses, placing them gingerly on your face. No plate shrapnel in my eyes today, thank you very much.
The manager smiles and nods, then leaves you to continue your workout.
It is the safest three sets of curls you’ve ever done.