Piracy on the high seas. Er, gym.
Sep. 6th, 2007 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeanvieveSo there we were in the locker room of 24 hour fitness, with Pony fumbling with the lock. She thinks it's broken, cheap bastard. I try it. She tries it again. We both swear at it, work it. At last sighing, I muse that they have to have a pair of bolt cutters at the main desk for when people leave things there overnight, etc.
They do. And a hefty, manly pair of bolt cutters they are too! I get a few stares, whistling with the thing over my shoulder heading back to the locker room. Always wanted to use them. Snip goes the lock. Thud it falls to the ground.
Uh oh, says Pony, with a sudden sheepish look on her face, pointing to her lock on another locker entirely. Damn those fashionable combination locks with dark purple faces! There are three of them all in the area.
We leave the stuff and $20 at the front desk, and a note inside the broken lock saying oops and here's for your trouble if you check with the boys at the register.
Going to the gym clearly leads only to adversity. Or treasure. Yarr!
They do. And a hefty, manly pair of bolt cutters they are too! I get a few stares, whistling with the thing over my shoulder heading back to the locker room. Always wanted to use them. Snip goes the lock. Thud it falls to the ground.
Uh oh, says Pony, with a sudden sheepish look on her face, pointing to her lock on another locker entirely. Damn those fashionable combination locks with dark purple faces! There are three of them all in the area.
We leave the stuff and $20 at the front desk, and a note inside the broken lock saying oops and here's for your trouble if you check with the boys at the register.
Going to the gym clearly leads only to adversity. Or treasure. Yarr!
