Update on Joe Cool

He threw a temper tantrum today. Yep, Joe Cool (see post below for a refresher on exactly who this is) threw a FIT in the gym today. I was pedaling away on my stupid stationary bike because, ya know, my feet have to be injured, and in walks the douchebag with the sunglasses, belted shorts, and thick hooded sweatshirt. He starts looking at my TV (HA HA! I have the remote! And I'm not watching ESPN...oh, no...I'm watching TLC's What Not To Wear! HA HA!), then he looks at the TV next to my TV, but can't find the remote. The remote for this TV was a bit out of his view, but I knew it was there. I started to open my mouth to tell him where the remote was (in the spirit of the holidays and all), but before I had the chance, he started throwing a tantrum. He kicked his gym bag. He stormed around the gym. His mouth was moving and hands were flailing. He kicked his gym bag again. (And, by the way, he has a HUGE gym bag; it's more of a duffle bag, really. What in the hell does he have in there? He arrives and departs in the clothes he's wearing, so it's not like he's got a full-on suit in there or something). I'm sure he was swearing, but it was hard to make out. He gave up and stomped up onto the treadmill; then noticed the remote right in front of him. He started frantically flipping channels, taking his aggression out on the poor unsuspecting remote control. He finally settled down enough to walk his little walk on the treadmill. Yeah, on the treadmill. Can you say "Roid Rage?"