The gym gloves

I walk into my 100% authentic Muay Thai gym. Class starts in 5 minutes, so I begin to stretch.

I look around and see my teammates are strapping their gloves, so I begin looking for mine. I come to an evil realization: I forgot them.

Everyone is starting at me, and in my trance of forgetfulness I realize I've been making eye contact with the head coach. The wise sensei is well aware of the look on my face. The look of forgetfulness. The look of dread. The contemplation, the supposition: "what the fuck should I do"

The head coach nods to the gym gloves.

The gyms gloves have a long history. Who knows how long they've been in the gym for. Rumors were, that what those now gym gloves once were, were ordinary gloves. They belonged to a person. Who knows why he left them. Obviously enough though, they weren't his prize possession, they were just some gloves he didn't give a fuck about.

Another story was that the coach had an extra pair, and because he has a lot of pairs, he designated a pair for those who forget their gloves.

The luckiest person was the first person to wear them.

Assuming it was the coaches pair, never before used, he just got to use a fresh pair of gloves that are at their absolute peak in quality. Fuck yeah. He gets to try on some new gloves, go home back to his old gloves, and forget he ever tried them on. He gets too laugh at all of the next guys who will use the gloves that he broke in.

If the rumors are true, that it was once some persons gloves, not the coaches, and he just forgot about them, then yeah, its kinda nasty, it had another person sweat and skin cells festering in there, but it wasn't too bad. It was a lesson: never let this happen to you, ever again. Never put yourself in this position, ever again.

For the next man though, it will be the same as every man after him. It was already bad. 1-2 people already went through the infamous gym gloves. The chance of catching ring worm, or a whole host of skin diseases, is extremely high now. Even if you ignore the diseases, the gloves have a distinct smell that will never leave them no matter how many times they've been washed. When he takes them off, his hands have a nasty feeling to them. Is this a placebo or not? Who knows. But he quickly goes home to shower. He's disgusted with himself. This will be the story of every man from this point on, except the disgust of the gym gloves will only grow for each man afterwards. At this point, the logical decision would be to just burn them, but nobody wants to touch them, not even the outer part.

Everyones staring at you. "Hey man, class is about to start, put those fucking gloves on."

You come to your sense: "Fuck guys, im just gonna go home and jack off"