>Husband overheard the following conversation between a blond woman in her 30s and her gay friend as she worked out on an elliptical machine and he sweated it out on the treadmill next to her:

Bitch 1: So I think my maid is stealing from us.

Bitch 2: No way, honey! What are you going to do?

Bitch 1: I called my mom, and she said, "What did you think was going to happen? The help stole from us all the time."

Bitch 2: Tsk, tsk.

Bitch 1: Plus, I don't think the nanny does enough. When I'm playing with my children, the nanny should be cleaning.

Bitch 2: (Sighing heavily.) Good help is so hard to find. I am so sorry you have to deal with this.

Yes, folks, it is a damn good thing that I was not there to witness this. I am not sure that I would not have "accidentally" dropped a weight on her as I passed by.

Cross posted at the always highly entertaining People Under the Stairmasters, with other recent stories from most excellent contributors about diarrhea in the locker room, fake thongs on leotards, and a rockin' playlist, as well as horror stories from the Y.

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