Today at the gym, I rolled up with three sisters—total chaos in the best way. We hit the overhead cable extensions, and the oldest one (the one I vibe with the most) was struggling hard with the form. Naturally, I stepped in like the self-appointed coach, adjusting her posture, fixing her grip, the whole deal.
While she was mid-rep, focused and grunting through it, a gloriously evil idea hit me. I sneakily wiggled my fingers right into her armpit.
Instant meltdown. She burst out giggling, nearly dropped the cable, and between laughs gasped, “I hate you! Stop it!”—all while trying (and failing) to look mad. Pure victory.
While she was mid-rep, focused and grunting through it, a gloriously evil idea hit me. I sneakily wiggled my fingers right into her armpit.
Instant meltdown. She burst out giggling, nearly dropped the cable, and between laughs gasped, “I hate you! Stop it!”—all while trying (and failing) to look mad. Pure victory.
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
