It was 7:00, which means it was primetime and treadmill use is limited to a half hour. This is a great time for me to go because even if I "want" to do 40 minutes, it's illegal. This brings me to my point.
Whenever I'm waiting in line at this time, I always notice these tricky bastards who put their towels over the timer, so you can't call them out on going over their 30-minute limit. I spied two out and gave them an evil glare, just knowing they were probably approaching an hour under those towels. I don't have it in me to go up and pull up their towels, but wouldn't it be funny? I think so. At this point, someone got off the treadmill and I hopped on--ultimately forgetting about these evil, good for nothin' time-rapists.
A few minutes later, I notice some guy going around pulling up people's towels and checking their times. Could it be? It was.
While my immediate reaction was that he was a dickhead, my second and correct reaction was that he had the biggest balls in the place. He smacked them in some guy's face and got his treadmill. There's something to be said about big balls. Oh yeah, and being proactive and all that too.
3 comments:
Oh, GiGi, that is hilarious. I've always wanted to have the balls to go up to people and call them out on the time limit!
Yeah to that guy!
You know, some of us (ahem, me) put the towel over the clock because we feel time goes by faster when we can't see how long it's taking us to run. I have no ulterior motive.
Well, of course, exemplary citizens like you and me, Chris - we're exempt from such charges.
On the same token, I'm also a wimp like you darling, dcchick1. An exemplary wimp, but a wimp, nevertheless.
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