Hearing Lady GaGa's Poker Face for the umpteenth time on the way there only intensified the frustration that was about to occur. Pulling into the parking lot, I know it was unlikely we were going to get a spot. But I was still (surprisingly) optimistic. Minutes later I give up on the YMCA parking lot and go across to the York County Public Library to try an find a spot (after somehow managing to parallel park in a space smaller than my car), but I will NOT admit defeat. I find a spot at the library (why are all of you people here, anyway?) and we walk across to the gym. Attempting to sign in my guest, we stand in line for probably fifteen minutes. After judging the Poquoson skodees, it's our turn at the desk. Here is how this conversation went:
Me: "Hi, I would like to sign in my guest."
Overly-Tan-Fire-Crotch-Employee (OTFCE): "Oh, I'm sorry but there are no guests in the evening. Only during the day."
...uhm excuse me?? You're telling me I am only ALLOWED 3 guests PER year and I have to bring them between the hours of 6 am and 4 pm??
Noticing my immediate disappointment and anger OTFCE speaks up again...
OTFCE: "Well you can pay $10 for her and sign up for a...."
Me: "Yeah, no thanks, alright bye."
Seriously lady? I am not going to give you ten dollars so Britni and I can pretend to exercise. Besides, we spent all of our money on Joey combos at Moes earlier today so, sorry, I do not have enough cash to pay YOU for ME to sweat.
Also, while I am complaining about the YMCA...does the "A" now stand for Asian? It's like walking into China Town in that place. Get real!
So, Britni and I drive over to Coventry for a run.
This run is accompanied by overly friendly eight year olds, goose poop, the Lawsons (hey, ya'll!!!), and a car accident...what??
Yeah we were witnesses to a car crash. In Coventry. Way to go.
Doing our civic duty...we stopped running, watched, and unassisted.
In an outrage, Britni started shouting the constitutional rights and that "you better get their information if you want them to pay for that!!!" (Note: Britni has been in many accidents and therefore is clearly an expert on accident protocol).
Since we decided it was best not to help, we finished our run and got back in the car.
After this entire adventure was over, Britni had a epiphany: "It must be against God's law for me to exercise, because THAT, was ridiculous."
And YMCA? There IS a need to "be un-hap-py."
*Edit: Notice Handlebar mustache in video. Sweet lawwwd!
