I found a new gym. Or should I say, it found me. Its only .9 miles from my home, & my whole family can gymnasium (I totally verbed a noun) for less than $30/month. Haven't left my old gym officially, but I'm not going anymore, because my new gym has NEW equipment. Functional treadmills. Nice barbells. And kettlebells. They had me at kettlebells.
Worked out today. Happened to put my car/house/every-important-thing-that-requires-a-key-in-life-key chain in a locker. Forgot my own lock, but that's ok, right? Came back to pick up my keys to find... someone had put a lock on the locker. Sigh.
I went around to every male in the gym (thank you Jesus that there is a Men's locker room, because it totally limited my search) asking, "So, did you happen to put a lock on locker #37? Cause my keys are in there, man." Everyone said, "No." It was awkward, especially with the BIG men, the guys that have a Routine, guys listening to their iPods, guys like Sal who seem like they'd rather break me into several pieces as soon as look at me...
So I called mytheBean. She brought me keys to my car so I could take care of some of the errands I needed to run. I rationalized, "I will come back in 2 hours & the lock will be off #37 & my silliness at not putting my own lock on will be but a distant memory..."
I had planned on driving the Ex down to the gym to pick up my keys. Turns out, everyone left me at home WITHOUT keys to the Ex. So...
TheWeez & I walked the .9 miles down to the gym & I expected that my keys would be at the front desk by this time. Not so. The lock was still on #37. I was able to convince the manager that the best course of action was to CUT the lock on #37, & let me get my keys. Then, I would buy a new lock at the Home Depot & bring it back. A small price to pay for my... forgetfulness.
Got my keys. Ran the .9 miles uphill home, while theWeez waited at theBean's work. Got the Ex. Drove to pick up theWeez. Went to the Home Depot. Tried to find a lock that resembled the 1 that was cut for me. No dice. Looked for 1 that I would want, & found 1 for only $6.34 (tax included.)
Went back to the gym to drop off the lock. Girl at the front desk was amazed at the quality of the lock I chose. Go figure.
Turns out the guy that had put the lock on #37 had been in the gym the whole time, (4 hours bro?) & had said, "NO!" when asked if he had put a lock on #37, but had obviously been simply trying to avoid the responsibility of locking a space that had held my keys... go figure.
Drove home with theWeez. Weary. 3 hours & counting of my life, poured out in the pursuit of right. Gonna watch a moving picture with my girl - Shanghai Noon? That'll work...