Definitely not the worst here by far, but...
I was in my high school's weight room doing sets of bench with, I think, 115 on there. (I'm a distance runner, don't judge)
I had just done four sets of twenty, when my spot ecided he had something better to do, and switched off with one of the cheerleaders in the room. One of the really hot cheerleaders, I might add.
So, there I am, with a pitiful 115 pounds in my hand and a really pretty blond cheerleader spotting me, I hit seven reps, and can't quite pick it up again. It must have been hilarious to see this tiny little girl yelling "all you! all you!" and other words of encouragement as I struggle with the weight of a small puppy.
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