I arrived at the gym this morning sopping wet and dishevelled after cycling through a downpour1, and already slightly out of breath after climbing the stairs.
I scanned my membership badge – kept on the same lanyard as my work ID – and was preparing to move into the main area when the usually silent desk staff asked me if I’d heard of their new special offer.
No, I hadn’t, so they immediately launched into a detailed explanation of how much money I’d save by bundling 12 sessions “just in time for Spring!”.
“Sessions of what?”, though? I asked, while a puddle of rain water formed around my feet.
“Tanning!” With a smile and a nod towards the window, silently challenging me to think of something that could possibly be better on such a miserable morning.
Before I could stop myself, I replied “no thanks, I work at the Cancer Agency”, and waved my work ID badge at them.
After a stunned silence, they decided to find it funny, although they cast a nervous glance or two towards the manager’s office…
Is there any way to stifle this kind of impulse?
1 The sun came out a few minutes later and it’s been a beautiful day ever since. Karma?