Fucking Shaq was at the gym yesterday. Dude is tard- like a size 23 foot or something. So my client Stacey hops on a treadmill to warm up before our session and the lady next to her grabs her attention and says, "Look, it's Mr. T!". I don't know, I think the lack of a mohawk, 10lbs of gold chain and no denim jacket should have made her think otherwise , but I guess not.
