Nov 28, 2000

Today at the health club I made sure to lock my locker. Unfortunately, I locked it with somebody else's lock. Biz Stone, Genius. I had to break up a group of tattooed guys in the freeweights section so I could ask the health club employee if he could cut "a lock" off my locker. He ran upstairs, returned with industrial strength cutters, braced himself against a bench, and snipped the lock right off. The old guy to my right looked at me and proclaimed, "That's the quickest way to do it." Funny thing to say, but oddly reassuring to me at the time. Tomorrow I think I'll use MY lock, not the one I see on the bench when I come in. I knew I should have bought the purple one at Rite Aid!

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