Sunday, March 26, 2017
After almost 8 months MIA from the gym, I expected to be welcomed with balloons and music; the long, lost daughter is back. As soon as I went in, one of the employees (I learned later that he was the manager) came running from an office and asked me, "can I help you?". Defiantly I answered that I did not need any help. He asked if I had a fob and when I said yes, he asked if he could borrow it. He took the fob, went outside and came in through the locked door with it. Obviously he wanted to confirm that I was active as a member. That was it, no welcoming, no music...the next most exciting thing was listening to the person beside me on the treadmill gasp for air from to time.