She’s Going To LOVE TrejoBot!

, , , , | Right | October 19, 2019

(I am working out at my gym on one of the recumbent bikes. Beside me, a technician is working on four of the eight treadmills. He’s sealed up two and tested them. A woman walks up and points to one of the machines still being worked on. The technician is Latino.)

Woman: “That’s my favorite.”

(The treadmill in question is still in pieces. Trying to be helpful, I point to the two that have been completed.)

Me: “These two are done. I just watched him test them.”

Woman: “I don’t trust you.”

(She gets on one treadmill and declares that the belt is uneven. I just watched as the tech check the belt with a laser; the belt was straight. She gets on the other treadmill that was serviced. After thirty seconds of walking…)

Woman: “Ugh! This belt needs to be replaced!”

Technician: “Ma’am, the machine monitors the belt and tells us when it needs a replace—”

Woman: *cutting him off* “I don’t trust robots or Mexicans.”

(She then flounces off to the free weights. As the tech is packing up, his phone rings with a song by a semi-obscure metal band I’m a big fan of. We talk about the band for a few minutes before he finishes packing his gear and leaves. As I’m finishing up on the bike, the woman comes back, wags a finger in my face, and tells me I shouldn’t talk to Mexicans.)

Me: “But he wasn’t Mexican; he’s Honduran.” *pause* “And so am I.”

(To preclude any questions, I have a Honduran mother and a Swedish-American father, so I’m light-skinned.)

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Unfiltered Story #159821

, , | Unfiltered | July 29, 2019

I work at a gym that is across from a football field used by the general public. Quite often people come in from the football field asking to use our bathrooms. We have signs on all of our doors labeled “No public restrooms” but still constantly get people trying to sympathize their way in. A mother and her daughter come into the club and the following conversation ensues.
Daughter: *With an attitude* I have to use the bathroom, where is it?
Me: Are you members here?
Daughter: No.
Me: I’m sorry but unfortunately we do not have public restrooms but the fie-
*Mother cuts me off*
Mother: My daughter is on her period and she needs to use the bathroom!
Me: Again, I’m sorry but I can’t let you use our bathrooms as it is company policy but the field offers porta-pottys to its users.
Mother and daughter leave mumbling under their breath angrily. I’m guessing it wasn’t just the daughters time of the month.

This Contract Is Full Of Donut Holes

, , , , | Right | July 18, 2019

(The gym where I’m employed has a monthly fee and a smaller fee that’s automatically charged on the same day once a year. This fee is to help cover maintenance, new equipment, paint/tile upgrades, parking lot resurfacing, etc. I work at the front desk, and as this is my first year, this is my first time fielding questions regarding this charge. I have been dealing with dozens of phone calls and walk-ins from angry members for the past week when a regular member comes in carrying a box of donuts.)

Member: “I saw you all charged me a fee on top of my regular monthly fee last week.”

Me: *preparing for the worst* “Yes, ma’am, if you still have a copy of your contract you’ll see—“

Member: “Oh, I know, I read my contract after seeing the charge and found where it says you all need a yearly enhancement fee. I bet you’ve had to explain it to many angry people.”

Me: “You have no idea!”

Member: “Well, I was almost one of them until I read my contract again. I can only imagine what you all up front have had to go through with this. I thought these donuts might brighten your day, as well as the rest of the front desk crew.”

Me: “Wow! Thank you so much!”

Member: “No worries. Don’t let the bad ones get you down!”

(My faith in humanity and my club’s members was pretty much restored after that!)

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Unfiltered Story #154761

, , | Unfiltered | June 15, 2019

(I work at a rock climbing gym and run summer camps for kids. Every day, when the kids get there, we start by giving them their climbing shoes. We have both velcro and lace up shoes, and the lace up ones run smaller. A mother and her 6 year old daughter arrive almost 15 minutes late.)

Me: Hi, [daughter]! Do you know your shoe size?
Mother: Size 2.
(I give the mother a pair of velcro shoes and they leave to put them on. The mother comes back almost immediately with the shoes.)
Mother: *accusingly* There’s no way these are size 2. They’re way too big. The 2s fit fine yesterday, so there’s no way these are the same size.
Me: I’m sorry, that’s really weird. These should be size 2 but maybe there’s been a mistake. I’ll get you another pair.
(The shoes are definitely size 2, so I give the mother a pair of lace ups this time. She leaves to put them on, and I overhear:)
Daughter: They’re too small.
Mother: No they’re not!
Daughter: Yes they are!
Mother: They’re not too small! You think they’re too small?! Why don’t you go and ask the lady, then! She’ll tell you they’re the right size!
Daughter: They’re too small!
Mother: Stop it! You’re embarrassing yourself in front of all these people!
(At this point I step in)
Me: *to daughter* Can you tell me how your shoes feel? They’re meant to be snug, but they shouldn’t hurt.
Daughter: They really hurt…
Me: OK, that means that they’re too small. Let’s get you the velcro ones that were a bit bigger.
Mother: See what you’ve done?! You’re wasting everybody’s time!
Me: *not mentioning that it’s the mother who showed up 15 minutes late and then complained* No no, getting the right fit is super important! This is what I’m here for!
(I get her the velcro shoes she started with, which lo and behold fit perfectly fine, while the mother glares at both of us.)

This Relationship Sounds Exhausting But Really Sweet

, , , , , , | Romantic | June 10, 2019

A friend of mine is in a long-distance relationship. They are both extremely athletic and competitive. A local gym holds a 1-2-3-4 challenge each year. You swim one mile, run two miles, bike three miles, and then do a series of four exercises: 100 pushups, 100 situps, 100 pullups, and 100 squats. It’s a charity event, people can compete in teams or individually, and a lot of people dress up.

My friend and his girlfriend often exercise “together” by video chatting from their home gyms while working out, using Bluetooth headsets to call while running, and sharing their Fitbit data, etc. She says she’ll do the challenge “with him.”

Come the day of the challenge, my friend is frustrated when he can’t get hold of her, but he decides to still go as hard as he can, hoping to be the first to finish/win the challenge.

He ends up coming second to someone dressed as a chicken.

It’s the end of the challenge, and most people are lying around exhausted, my friend included. He’s also super frustrated that he still can’t get a hold of his girlfriend and that not only did he lose, but he lost to a chicken.

He tries calling his girlfriend again, and when he can’t get hold of her, he turns to me and loudly asks, “Why isn’t she answering?!”

At this point, the chicken pulls her head off and answers, “Because I was busy kicking your a**!”

I’ve never seen someone go from exhausted and frustrated to elated so quickly. He jumps up and hugs her, spinning her round.

He then grabs her hand and pulls her out of the gym, and I hear her giggle and say, “Told you I would do the work out with you!”

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