At first, he tried to ignore them.
Then he changed the class schedule, turned the music down, and even installed soundproofing.
But the complaints kept rolling in.
Morning, afternoon, late at night — every clang of a weight, every shouted instruction, seemed to spark another call, another fine, another warning.
Weeks stretched into months. Patience wore thin. Frustration grew.
One seemingly ordinary afternoon, holding yet another notice in his hand, the gym owner finally snapped.
He stepped outside… and spoke the words he’d been holding back for far too long.
No yelling. No threats. Just honest, unfiltered truth, built up over months of stress and exhaustion.
What followed left everyone shocked — including those who had complained the most.
Was he in the wrong…
Or was this simply a moment of standing up for himself?
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