April 27, 2010
Today has been a good day so far. I found another reason not to go to the gym. You may remember that the gym is way far away from our house (5 minutes), that I already look like I work out (photo shop), and that they frown on members working out in their pajamas (though some of the outfits there today looked like something better to sleep in). So, even with all these forces fighting against me, I went to the gym this morning.
I will digress for a moment. A couple months ago, they informed me that I owed them $15. Beth, CJ, and myself are all members at the gym, and we got a really good deal when we joined since they were running a grand opening special, and we paid for two years up front. It is like $60 per month for all three of us. Not too bad. So I was a bit surprised when they told me I owed them another $15 for some yearly maintenance fee or something with equally clever wording. I asked the 14 year-old behind the counter to check Beth and CJ's accounts to see if they owed it also. They did not. I figured that Beth had either already yelled at someone and got it fixed, or there was some acccounting error. The third possibility was that I actually owed this money, but I was pretty sure Beth would have said something when she had to pay it. Therefore, I told the Jr Highschooler that I would pay it next time. She said okay as she played with her pigtails, and let me walk away. I think someone else with more authority would have stopped me as it had been 3 months since I had been to the gym. What were the chances I was going to be in again soon? Factor in that I owed them money, and it seemed less likely.
However, I went home, found a receipt that said I had paid this fee up front when I joined, as had Beth and CJ. I went to the gym a couple days later, showed this receipt to Hanna Montana at the counter and she showed it to muscle dude with the tight shirt behind the desk. He assured me that everything was "cool", and it would be taken care of.
Fast-forward to today, and I noticed that, as I walked by the desk after checking in, that the screen still showed me owing this fee. Awesome. So, I went and worked out, then stopped at the desk on my way out. Dakota Fanning back there referred me over to the grown up in charge, Taylor Swift. She informed me that I need to bring in the receipt again so she can send it to corporate to get it taken care of. Okay, I can do that, but what if I go back after 9:00PM? It may be past curfew.
Wow, the price of looking this good is really taking its toll. I think I hear a meatloaf sandwich calling my name.