Something very gratifying happened to me today. I came to the gym and the new receptionist scanned my card and exclaimed, “It looks like you are an inactive member!”
The gym’s owner who was standing next to the reception guffawed loudly. “Oh, she’s active,” he said in a voice filled with melancholy resignation. “She’s veeeeery active.”
It’s true that I practically live at this gym these days. They will have to do another remodel soon because I’m wearing out the equipment.
[This is a very funny story for anybody who knows me in person and remembers the first time I went to the gym at the age of 30 and then dined out for months on the anecdotes about how weird the experience was. But hey, you know, what’s the point of life if you never change.]