April Foolishness

I haven’t been to the gym in a while. I mean, a long while. Since I last went, babies have been conceived and born and have begun walking. I keep my membership for 2 reasons: blind hope I may someday get my butt over there and the fact that my work reimburses me for my membership.

I recently changed credit card numbers, due to fradulent activity on my account. The gym called and left 2 messages for me to update my information. Two messages in two hours.

I called back and gave the woman, Shelly, my info. She was very nice and friendly. She told me she noticed I hadn’t been in in a while and wanted to give me the option – if I needed it – to freeze my account. I wouldn’t be able to use the gym, and they would just charge me $10 per month.

I said “Shelly, I feel like the only time you ever call me is when you need to…”

“To talk about billing!” she said sympathetically.

“Yes,” I answered. And it makes me feel like no one cares about my health. Would you or someone call me once a week to remind me to come in and work out?”

This was my April Fools joke. I was waiting for her to sputter in shock at my audacity.

“Sure, I’d be glad to!” she chirped.

Joke was on me! “Oh, Shelly, you’re too kind. I was just messing with you because it is April Fools.”

“Well, when you said it, I thought, wow, there are a lot of times I wish someone would call and check up on me, so I said yes.”

“Have a good day, Shelly.”

“Ok, hope to see you soon!”

There ARE nice people in the world.