I'm at a suburban Long Island New York Sports Club which attracts lots of interesting types but none stuck out like "The Queen of Sheba."
No, this was not a fabulous black drag queen but a rich old woman with Kiwi black hair who bore a startling resemblence to Sylvester Stallone's mom:
and was built and wore workout outfits like this:
...but in all white so tight she had camel toe with her white stretch Bermuda shorts revealing every dimple of cellulite on her ample ass.
I'd see her out and about in town driving her Jaguar dressed in white furs. She'd only train in the company of her young male trainer.
Because I have a soft spot for oddballs and non-conformists I became the only gym member who'd say hi to her, and according to her trainer I became the only member she'd
say hi to and ask about! Until one day I left one of three cable crossover machines (placing my drink and towel on each pulley handle) to superset for ten seconds on an adjacent bench and within six she and the trainer moved my drink and towel to take over. I told them I was using it and she coldly told me not to ever block her from a machine again. Given her age I thought "Who do you think you are, The Queen of Sheba?" but said "Sure, everyone should make way for you" or some such and walked off to keep my distance. But every time she passed within earshot she badmouthed me. I soon learned that she's an absolute horror to the help everywhere, every restaurant in town keeps tabs on her, she constantly complains about being sexually harassed and she's famously litigious. In fact, she quit because despite her being a "whale" with respect to trainer usage the gym backed me and she sued them for the balance of her unused trainer sessions. On what grounds? That "supersetting" was never mentioned in the contract so the gym was in breach of it. The gym tells me not to sweat it because they have a fleet of attorneys on retainer who love to deal with people like this.
I can sure pick 'em!