Last Saturday, I was in the gym re-subscribing for the year to come. Why Saturday, you ask, when every idiot in town also goes to the gym? Because I clearly am one: the deadline for re-subscribing without paying admin fees was Saturday. And, obviously, I’d spent the last couple of weeks systematically pushing back the day I would go take care of that. Until last Saturday in the early afternoon. Duh.
I got in there, expecting to have a crowd waiting: luckily, it was just me. Literally: no one was actually manning the reception counter. I swiped my card to get in the gym and look for the one of the coaches: it wouldn’t let me in and said I needed to check with reception. Great: I was already there. Alone.
So I waited, what else? Which was naturally unfortunate, since I did have other stuff to do — and would have been doing instead if it hadn’t been for this deadline. See the logic here? Finally, a guy appeared from the back room (I don’t wanna know what they do in there, but it must be more fun than manning the counter — so anything, really):
Guy: Hi! How can I help you?
Me: Hi! I’m here to re-subscribe!
Guy: Cool! And when does your subscription end?
Guy: Oh, I see… Can I get your card?
Me: Sure, here it is.
The guy started typing away on his computer, then took out an agreement form from a folder and started filling it in with his pen. I would have just printed that document from the computer, but hey: I’m not a gym coach. And the software probably sucks. As I was waiting for him to spell out my last name, I added:
Me: By the way, when I tried to actually get in the gym to look for one of you guys, it wouldn’t let me and said I had to check with reception.
Guy: Yeah, that’s normal.
Me: How is that normal, if my subscription ends tomorrow?
Guy: Well, this is just a reminder for you to re-subscribe. It’s triggered automatically one month before your subscription.
Guy: When is the last time you actually came to the gym?
Me: Let’s not switch topics.
My right shoulder hurts, OK?!