Today I could not finish my treadmill time bc the woman next to me wreaked of some fragrance that made my throat close up. She did this to me yesterday, too. I made a lot of faces but finally walked near the back of the treadmill so that it squeaked loudly and it drove her away, but I was still gagging on her lingering toxic cloud. Mind you, this is a gym with lots of fans and open doors. How much was she wearing? Between that, and the femme gay skinny dude in girly/hippie crop tops laying on the floor with his legs up the wall and spread far apart as his scrolls on his phone, I could hardly stick it out. I have to go at a different time and avoid these people, and the asshats sitting on equipment scrolling on their phones. argh. Curious what others gym pet peeves are. Oh, and women who leave there towels everywhere when there is a clearly demarcated basket.