Attempting to escape the rusted plates, squeaky pulleys and same 12 retired P.E. teachers (FAT) I've seen for the past 5-years, I joined a hoity-toity, pay-out-the-ass 'club' (Spectrum) last week.
I was 'introduced' to the club and its amenities by a 22 yr old persian goddess who could barely contain the 2 coconuts bolted to her torso. After approximately 8 seconds of her staring into my eyes and informing me that I was a perfect canidate for the 'club' I was ready to sign anywhere and any number of times she demanded. I threw down the AMEX and grabbed the pen with sweaty palms.
The following evening after work I struggled with the additional traffic required to get to the glamorized-gym (it's no longer within walking distance) and waited behind 8 cars to get into the parking lot as each 'member' circled around trying to find the closest available spot to the front entrance (we're not going to burn one additional calorie necessary damnit). Once in the club (through the door held by an armed security guard) I felt happy and at peace with all the additional options offered (spa, clothing store, BAR, DELI) on my way to the locker room.
Then I walk into the locker room. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING IN HERE?! The place was riddled with melting seniors walking, sitting, gabbing and jacuzzing NAKED.
Surely they didn't all forget towels....right?.......never mind, no need to bring one, there's a fucking WALL of towels in the middle of the 4-acre locker room, with at least 2500 cleanly, stacked and perfectly folded towels. I don't believe I have some irrational fear of skin or the occasional accidental glimpse of male genitalia, but this is outrageous. Why can't we put on our boxers while lotioning the leg that's up on the bench? Or while performing basic grooming activities?...I mean there's nothing like getting a glimpse of some octogenarian tea-bagging a granite counter-top while shaving.
The 'no-contract' benefit to joining seems like the one that's going to serve me best. Thanks.
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