>> Sunday, 2 November 2008
I have a post to write about The Chuggington PR event the Potty family and I were invited to yesterday, but that will have to wait until later as I tell you now about the perils of living in the village of London...
Yesterday morning, I dragged myself to the gym quite early. Shouldn't be too busy, I thought, I'll be in and out of there in a jiffy.
I've hurt my knee (bear with me, this is relevant) and can't use the running machine right now, so my cardio torture instruments of choice are currently the 'elliptical edge' and the 'tread climber'. (Fancy names for things that basically make you sweat.) Fyi, there are loads of elliptical edge machines in my gym, but only one treadclimber and before we start with this, I should say that every piece of cardio equipment in the facility has a note on it stating 'please limit your use to 20 minutes at peak times'.
Here is what happened next...
8.30am: Arrive at the sports club. (I know, it's early. Too early...). Glance through the window into the gym on my way into the locker room and see the tread climber is in use.
8.35am: Walk into the gym. Treadclimber still in use. Go and use the elliptical edge instead.
9.00am: stagger off the elliptical edge, red, sweaty, exhausted, and thankful it's still so early that I shouldn't bump into anyone I know... The treadclimber is still in use. By the same person.
Go off and do some other exercises...
9.15am: Treadclimber still in use. And yes, by the same person. In case you're hungover (like me), that's 45 minutes she's been on there.
9.18am: I decide enough is enough and walk over to her.
Me: "Excuse me, are you going to be much longer?"
Bolshy Blonde: "Another 15 minutes." (Subtext - how dare you interrupt me?)
Me: "Well, um, sorry but it does say 20 minutes at peak times..."
Bolshy Blonde: "It's not peak time."
Oh, so why am I paying for peak time membership to be able to use the gym right now?
Me: "Well, I think it is, actually."
Bolshy Blonde: "It's not busy."
Me: "Well, I'm waiting..."
Silence as she keeps trundling away. I decide that for once I'm not going to give way, so just stand there and wait...
30 seconds later. "Oh, go on then. You use it. But it's not peak time..."
It most certainly is, I think, but manage to keep it in. Who knows when I might meet her again? Here, at the school gates, in the supermarket, on a playdate...
She flounces off. I use the machine and scarper asap, pleased to have avoided further confrontation, hoping never to see her again.
You know what's coming, right?
Guess who was at the party I took Boy #1 to yesterday afternoon?
Note: we studiously avoided each other throughout the party. I asked a friend of mine who she was and after explaining why I wanted to know, was told that she is a 'bit of a feisty bird' and that my mate wouldn't like to cross her.
If I don't post for a while, call the police...
I'm interested, though. Was I right? And what would you have done?