So Monday I went to noon-time yoga. I sneak away from work to go. I can't help the guilt of leaving during the middle of the day, but the other four days I always eat at my desk and work through lunch. I also put in 11-12 hour days. Is going across the street for an hour a week such an awful thing?
ok....it's more like 90 minutes with walking over, changing, yoga, changing back into a suit and walking back.....but still.
So, I'm checking out of the gym, giving my locker key back and getting my membership card in return - or waiting to, as a woman is ahead of me.
The man behind the desk gives her a card of a male member. The exchange goes
Her: This is man's card
Him: Oh, sorry
Her: I'm not a man. Unless you think I'm pre-op.
then turning to me: Sorry.
At first I smiled, then thought, "whaaaaaaaaaaat?" (you have to say it like Stewie Griffin.)
I'm sure the apology was because she thought she was inappropriate with an unknown crowd. Or she thought maybe I was pre or post-op.
That I gave it any thought at all seems like a waste of my time.
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