Otis
Footballguy
You are at the local gym (NYSC) just after lunch hour in a downtown area of a densely populated city. You are just out of the shower and doing your getting dressed routine. The locker room is thinning out and it's quiet except for one guy talking on his cell phone with Orbitz or some other travel site, loudly complaining and being pretty douschy because, so he says, they booked him on a flight for a different day than what he says he put into the web form (there is no doubt in my mind this did not happen; it was either operator error or this guy is trying to avoid paying a change fee). You're rolling your eyes already and then it dawns on you that you need to fire up the blowdryer to dry your hair. You would use the one just next to you, but it would surely drown out this guy's now-heated conversation with the sales rep. You can't pretend you didn't know he was on the phone because it was dead quiet in there aside from the sound of you and the two other guys getting dressed all rolling your eyes at this guy. You could go over and give him a "hey buddy, I'm about to turn one of these blow dryers on" to give him a chance to take his call elsewhere. Or if you don't feel like dealing with it, there is another bank of blow dryers around the corner that likely will not disturb his conversation. It's 20 degrees outside and you are going back to work, so wet hair isn't a viable option here.
Your move.
Your move.