Common Sense isn’t so common

Rebecca was making her way out of the building for lunch and thinking about Zax. She still couldn’t believe that a person like Zax existed even though she saw him all the time. She never met a man that was so handsome, honest, and hardworking. Thinking about him made her think there was hope for the male species after all. That was until this guy rushed past her, opened the door, and slammed it in her face. Her relatively good mood was instantly shattered and replaced by pure anger. Rebecca was furious at what just happened and turned to the nearest person to her. It was a short Asian woman following behind her to leave the building as well.

“Isn’t it just common sense for a man to hold the door for a lady?”

“No, why would it be, and why are so angry about it?”

“He just slammed a door in my face. I think I have the right to be angry. If that happened to you, wouldn’t you be angry about it?”

“No, I would just move on.”

“Bullshit, anyone would be angry if a door got slammed in their face. If you’re honestly telling the truth, then what the hell is wrong with you? Are you not getting enough air in your brain all the way down there? I bet you’re so used to being pushed around that you can obviously tell good from bad behavior, right?”

Hana started feeling lightheaded as her history changed from a cushy upbringing to one rife with bullies, horrible friends and decreased intelligence.

“There’s nothing wrong with me, and everything else is none of your business. If anything, there’s something wrong with you since seem to be missing some lessons in common sense. You’re the only idiot here. Maybe you’ll tell me it's common sense to slap someone you hate, so you’ll have an excuse to hit me.”

“Yeah, I’m sure an idiot like you needs me to spell out what is and isn’t common sense for your tiny pea-sized brain. I guess I should ask you some obvious questions and see if you can even answer them. Is it common sense to knock on a door before entering? Is it common sense to dress professionally to work? Is it common sense to compliment the people you like?”

“Obviously, the answer to all your questions is no. I’m not an idiot.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” said a man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and some shorts.

“Mr. Wilson.”

“Rebecca, could you please drop this argument? I shouldn’t have to remind you that this behavior is unacceptable. You’re a valuable asset to the company, but I can’t have you thinking you run this place. If you continue this behavior, then I’ll eventually have **** but to fire you.”

“Of course, Mr. Wilson, it’s all my fault, isn’t it?” said Rebecca sarcastically.

“No, the blame doesn’t lie with only yourself since Hana egged you on. I hope she won’t make that mistake again.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Good.”

Mr. Wilson walked away from the two of them as Rebecca glared at Hana.

…

James called Violet and she agreed to go to the movies with him this Friday. Everything was going well for him today. He got Sarah’s number, and confirmation on his date, and even finished his work for the day early. He decided to work out for the first time in forever so that he’ll be even more attractive to his date on Friday. His old workout place closed down a month ago, so he searched the area on his phone and found a nearby gym. He headed straight there after work. Inside, he saw a bunch of women using the various workout machines, but he didn’t see a man in sight. He walked up to the front desk to ask what the fee was for using the gym. The woman working the front desk answered him but gave him a weird look while doing so. James couldn’t tell what the look was for, but she told him the standard price to get in. He gave her the money and went into the locker room to change.

After changing into his gym clothes, he did notice that one of the other lockers was in use which mean there was another man here other than himself. He left the absurdly clean locker room and walked up to a nearby machine. He started with the treadmill and tried to run, but after five minutes he was sweating up a storm and running out of breath. He was more out of shape than he thought as he looked around to see some of the other women staring at him with a similar look to the lady at the front desk. James couldn’t decipher what it meant as he went to get some water.

After drinking some water, he saw a man working out with their own sexy, personal trainer. James wished he was being trained by such an attractive brunette as he relaxed on the bench. The athletic brunette with a ponytail must’ve finished a workout herself as she was drenched in sweat. He followed the sweat from her forehead as it dripped down into the blue sports bra she was wearing. Her breasts were small, but she made up for it with her thick, round ass. He shouldn’t be staring, but those matching blue shorts left little to the imagination as he watched it move back and forth. James noticed that the man seemed more interested in staring at her than actually doing any hard work himself. While he was watching them, the man slapped her ass with a towel as she glared at him. It was subtle and hard to see, but James saw it. He knew he couldn’t let this man get away with it, so he walked up to the two of them.

“Get lost piggy.”

“I think you need to get lost, pervert.”

“I’m not. I’m working out with my personal trainer, so get lost.”

“I think we both saw what you did and I’m sure this lady doesn’t want to be disrespected even further.”

“I paid for this time, so I get to use it. Besides, you have no evidence. It’ll simply be a case of he said, she said.”

“Unfortunately, he’s right. I can’t cancel the session, but I can refuse further ones in the future.”

“That won’t be necessary, I bet he has some incriminating evidence in the bag right next to him.”

“You’re grasping at straws here man, just go away.”

“You have hard evidence of your perverted crimes in your bag, don’t you?”

“You’re crazy.”

James kicked the bag as various pictures of the trainer spread across the floor. She looked at them in sheer horror as the man scrambled to pick all of them up.

“Security!”

The security woman rushed in out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground. The man screamed out in pain, but it went ignored as she cuffed him and escorted him off the premises. James could only stare at the event in awe. Maybe, he was in the wrong line of work. Maybe, he should become a detective and put criminals away. However, he quickly dismissed the idea since it didn’t seem to suit him, and he was making more money at his current job than he would work as a detective anyway. He turned toward the personal trainer.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yes, thanks to you,” she sighed in relief as she started to clean up the various pictures of her spread across the floor.

“It’s no problem, I couldn’t let him get away with doing something like that,” said James as he helped her clean it all up. He noticed that these pictures were taken from various angles and positions from places outside the gym which meant that he was stalking her for some time.

“I’m just glad there are people who will still stand up for what’s right.”

“I’m sure you could have been able to knock him out in a single move, right?”

Sharon’s body got slightly more toned as she gained various tidbits of information about fighting in order to eliminate her opponent in a single move.

“You’re probably right, but I’m still glad that you stepped in. There’s more strength in numbers after all.”

After gathering up all the photos, the two of them dumped them in the garbage as they continued to talk. James noticed that the looks everyone was giving him also went away for the most part though this trainer seemed a little down. James thought a joke might cheer her up a bit.

“I noticed everyone staring at me when I came in and wondered why. Now, I know the reason. It’s because all the women that go to this gym find my figure extremely sexy, right?”

James thought that saying something so obviously untrue would lighten the mood a little. Thankfully, she laughed in response to his little joke. In that instant, everyone loved his body and wanted nothing more than stare at him for hours.

“Maybe they do. Who can say?”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’m James, what’s your name?”

“I’m Sharon, it’s a pleasure to meet you. However, are you interested in a personal trainer?”

“I am, but I don’t think my schedule would allow me to come all that often.”

“If you want, then I could be your personal trainer when you do come to the gym.”

“That would be great. Thanks.”

“Here’s my number. Call me when you’re stopping by and if I’m here then I’ll help you out.”

“Thanks. I think I’m done for the day, so I’ll see you next time.”

“Alright, see you later,” said Sharon as she walked towards another machine.