How I managed my anger today!

After a very long time, I lost my temper with people I did not even know. I think I handled it well though.

For the last few weeks, I have started using the sorry excuse of a gym that my office has. I call it "sorry excuse for a gym" because it really is like that. There are about 4-5 exercise machines (as opposed to 10 of each kind in my previous office!), and a ping-pong table! Fine, whatever, it has an elliptical and thats all I need. Don't really need to get judgmental about the equipment, right?

So what happened today will be narrated in my typical style here...

I got home, hubby was already home, he asked me about my day...

M(e): लड़ाई कर के आई मैं आज (I had a fight)

H(im): Yayyy! (Thats his typical response to me getting upset :)

M: Ok, नहीं बताती, जाओ! (Won't tell you now, hmmph!)
H: अरे बताओ, बताओ. (Do tell)
M(wide eyes, and mysterious tone and all!): चार लड़के थे! (There were four guys)

H: Yayyy!

M(ignoring the yayys now): So, I went to the gym today, right. There's a ping-pong table there too. And there's this group of guys who's always playing when I go after work. Usually they are playing araam se, sometimes the ball comes my way, and I kinda slow down on my machine, they apologize and try not to do it. Today, they were playing quite rough, and within 10 minutes, the ball was under my machine at least 6 times! No apologies, nothing.

H: So who asked you to stop? If they're not courteous enough, screw them, you continue with your agenda.

M: Yeah, but its just instinct, right? You see something coming at you, and someone following it, brake to lagegi na, automatic. I don't mind sharing the space, but if I have to suddenly stop like this, with the speed I am going at, I am most probably going to injure my knees or something!

H: Yeah, I guess.

M: So then, I got frustrated and told them that I have only 10 more minutes on my program, can they play nice and easy. No response, other than the ball coming right at me again! One of them finally spoke and said, "this is our last game". Dude, nobody's asking you to stop, just be nice, will you? That bloody little ball can get right in my eye, and all you'll say is last game?! (Nah, I am too nice, I didn't say all that) I got really mad, didn't really want to scream, so I decided to just stop and leave. I stood there for a couple seconds to get back my breath, and asked them if they played everyday. No response, ufff! And then one of em decided to say, "Yep, everyday, same time!"

H: Next time, pick up the ball, put it in your pocket, and forget about them :-)

End of that conversation...am glad he didn't yayyyy again !!!

I was fuming on my way home...wondering what I should do! I don't want to stop using the gym, I don't want to change my timing, I don't mind sharing the space. So should I complain and have the table moved away?

Or should I just pocket the ball, bat my long, long lashes, give 'em a wicked smile and go back to my routine? :)

What is it with men and balls...er...I mean, men and sports anyway!!!

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