My new gym buddy, because I always have to have one, on the occasion of warmer weather today, wore a body builder tank. Black, gold letters: POWER WEIGHT, only partial nipple coverage. He looks like Mr. Universe meets a gulag survivor. Ridiculous upper body, neck tottering on inflated pecs with a gaunt face and ribs that show when he shoulder presses. His waist is, I am sure, narrower than mine.
The graphic representation on the wall of the muscles of the human body has a familiar face on top of the skinless, muscle-y figure if you get close enough to notice the gap teeth. Oh, vintage Arnold. So nice to see you. Next to the requisite montage of women who have taken entirely too many male hormones.