Give me THAT LOOK when I ask politely, and in perfect French, when you’ll be done with the elliptical training machine. YOU KNOW 30 MINUTES IS THE LIMIT, LADY.
P.S. The snotty tissue you left in the drink holder? Not nice.
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Oh how I don't miss the gymnase club (now rebranded as Club Med Gym) which sadly I can no longer be a member of as I'm a working mum with a partner who works long hours.
I spent more time waiting for the cross trainers than working out on them (why oh why did they have 3 of those, the most popular machine and ten horrible running on the spot contraptions?).
What I really hated was the film of condensed slimy sweat all over the damn thing when someone got off...Ew.
Posted by: petite | 08 December 2004 at 11:57 PM
Perhaps I must be desperate when even the thought of a dirty tissue in a cupholder makes me miss my old gym. It was just a one room deal with lots of very large men, but we all got along so well.
PS: I liked your blog so now I link to you. Hope that's good news!
Posted by: Willful Exposé | 10 December 2004 at 03:58 AM
Thanks for the props, Willful Expose!
Posted by: Elisabeth | 10 December 2004 at 02:42 PM
Oh, I know that look... and I get strange looks when I clean machines before and after I use them. This one man actaully asked me to hurry up when I was wiping down the machine so tha he could use it. Ew.
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