So, they finally replaced (most) of the exercise equipment at my hotel. Which is good. Moving heavy-arse lumps of rickety metal encrusted with a decades worth of sweat-spooge-sebum goodness left by lackluster cleaning (thanks Facilities!) and filthy, sweating hordes.... Not so good.
Blasting the mats outside with a hose, the effluent was almost oily and polychromatic, despite not a drop of soap being used. Nothing stains quite like leaky, dripping meat-sacks keeping themselves "in shape". I cannot even comprehend the amount of arse-funk contained in the cracks in the vinyl bike seat and for that I am truly thankful.
And someone out there would probably pay good money to lick the lot clean, probably while getting their nuts stepped on. Craigslist here I come!
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