My gym isn't far from where I live, so most nights instead of driving, I walk to spin class. It's about a ten-minute walk, and while class starts at 6:30pm, I leave by 6:00pm because classes are small and fill up quickly.
Last night, I chatted with Older SlackBrother J. on the way to class. I hovered outside the gym's front door while our conversation wound down. I didn't want to be the douchebag chatting on the cell phone in the gym.
I ended the call and trekked up the stairs to discover the guy at the front desk putting away the sign-up list.
You missed it by thirty seconds, he told me. Class just sold out.
I sighed and jumped on the treadmill instead.
And thought this is why douchebags are skinny.