I totally forgot to tell you about my outing with Mary last Sunday! Since the onset of the colder days, the pool where we've been going is closed, and so... I get to spend my Saturdays and Sundays in peace and shameless laziness! Right?
We-e-ell, Mary has other ideas. She started her Weight Management Program already, so we can't go out to eat anymore. She decided that we can get a gym membership and swim there!
Since that one time a few years ago when I paid for two years of gym membership and went to exercise, maybe, five times, I avoid gyms like I would a snake pit! Once you sign a contract, you can't go back, you can't switch it over to someone else. All you can do is pay, even if you do not use their facilities. You would be surprised, how many people do that: pay for the gym membership, happily stay home on the couch and UN-happily fork out the fees.
"But," - Mary said, - "The difference is that, we will do it together!" I incline to agree, but a nagging feeling in my gut tells me that I will be sorry for giving in to her!
So, to make a long story short, we went to a gym last Sunday. Our plan was to swim or just walk in water for about an hour and then go to a movie theater nearby to see THOR. I would never in my life go to see Thor, but Mary seemed set on that idea.
They say, when humans make plans, God smiles. It took us half an hour to register for a free pass to use gym for a week. Half an hour later we realized that we had just twenty minutes to spend in the pool. "That's OK," - said Mary, the eternal optimist, - "Twenty minutes will be enough!"
|They weren't that good looking!|
At my suggested picture of us getting into the Jacuzzi with the Japanese men and drowning them because the water level will dramatically increase, Mary laughed so hard that she was in danger of drowning herself!
Less than twenty minutes later we had to get out of the pool. We went to the showers and then to the locker room to get dressed.
My locker wouldn't open! I, probably, did something wrong, and now I was stuck! I asked a lady who was already dressed to go and ask some female gym employee to come and help us. She came back and said that there were no female employees there at that time. I covered myself with a towel that seemed very small at a moment, and went to the main gym hall myself. I could see myself in my mind's eye: a round, pathetic figure in a swimming suit with a modest skirt that rode up in the back, leaving a dripping trail behind her as she went.
I am very grateful to a gym's manager for keeping a straight face as we talked. He eyed my wretched frame and decided to give me a key that opened all the lockers in that room. Otherwise, we'd have to wait for all the ladies there, in different stages of undress or nudity, to finish and leave.