Here's a pet peeve and hopefully a funny story: Can't stand chicks who'll park in front of you when you're going for a PR lift. We had one at the gym I trained at in El Paso who basically laid out in front of a gent who was squatting - with somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred on the bar. Now this place wasn't Westside, but Scott Warman and big Jim Voronin and crew would make a guest appearance from time to time, so she maybe should have known better. IMO, six is a big deal if you're a 198'r or a lite 220'er, which this fella was, and over 30 to boot. Had to go over and shuffle her off to one side so the guy could lift.
Here's the funny part: fast forward six months and I came back from five weeks at the NTC looking like a scarecrow on a diet. As I'm walking to my truck after my first squat since returning, this same chick flounces up to me and says "wow, you've lost a lot of weight!" Now, I was lifting at 198 at the time and I'm 5'11 - not exactly a fireplug. I wasn't exactly James Bond back then so I said to her "Yeah, I know, I just can't seem to maintain any thickness. What's your secret?" And walked to my truck with my chest stuck out and neck flared. As I drove away with the sounds of Skynyrd rattling the windows it occurred to me that - in her BB sized brain - telling me I'd lost a lot of weight was a compliment and that she may have had something in mind. Dodged that bullet.
Moral to the story: gym floozies come and go (wish they would just go) but big lifts and great workouts last forever.
God bless America