Sybil wants to meet some attractive, fit men, so she decides to join the local gym.
Sybil sees a sign for a free, week-long membership for new members and immediately sashays in to sign up.
After giving away her address, mobile number, credit card number, work history, email address, and blood type, Sybil is ready to go work out.
After attending a mandatory lifting instruction class, a separate machine-cleaning class, as well as rules and regulations class, Sybil heads out to the gym floor to get moving.
Sybil lifts as few arm weights, stretches her body and takes a break. She immediately eyes a tall, built gentleman across from her, with towel to his forehead, and a grimace on his face. He resembles Thanos, minus the body armor and the funky chin.
“Hey there! I’m Sybil. I just joined. Could I towel you off?” Sybil asks him.
The man looks over to Sybil and looks away.
“I like dog food. I got the hookup should you every want some.” Sybil says.
The man’s eyes immediately dart over to Sybil.
“You got to be kidding,” the guy says.
“For real? You into it too?” Sybil asks excitedly, as she rubs her hands together. “I got the hookup.”
“Let’s blow this joint and get outta here” the man says, as he throws down his towel. The both pack up their gym bags and head out together without even bothering to shower.
Sybil gets into the guy’s imbecile machine, an overly lifted white truck, covered in vulgar decals and fitted with extra-large wheels. As the pair drives by a local bar, where a band is playing, the guy blasts his obnoxious metal music extra loudly to drown out the band so people cannot hear them. Sybil is impressed.
The two pull into the driveway at Sybil’s McMansion. They walk in.
“So I hear you like dog food?” the guy asks.
“Yeah, I have Doggonit Dog Chow, I have several bags. I also have lots of treats. It’s all I eat!” Sybil exclaims.
A immediate look of despair comes over the guy as he puts his hand over his face. “You don’t have any H?”
“What’s that?” asks Sybil.
“Nothing at all?” the guy asks.
“I have plenty of dog kibble, treats, all the good stuff.”
“ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!” the man screams as he stomps out the door, rushes into his imbecile machine and peels out of Sybil’s driveway never to be seen.
“What the heck happened?” Sybil says to herself as she wonders how she is going to get her car back from the gym.