Spent some time today during my upper-body workout at Planet Fitness reflecting on how I became such a rule-follower and resisting the very strong urge I have to police the rule-breakers, telling myself, “You don’t work here,” “This has nothing to do with you,” and “Finish your own workout and get out of here.”
Background
Planet Fitness has a rule stating that no sandals or flip flops (or basically any open-toed shoes) are allowed on the gym floor.
There was a guy there tonight in flip flops — who happened to be hot, which made it extra challenging for me not to keep looking at him — doing free weights and the multi-station workout machines.
Here are all the thoughts I had over the course of the 45 minutes I was there:
“I wonder why no front-desk workers have told him that he can’t be working out in those because it’s a safety hazard.”
“Why hasn’t that digital sign on the monitors throughout the gym come up to that slide that says, “Flip flops are great at the beach. But they are a hazard at the gym. And not allowed.”
“That guy would never just happen to walk by the monitors at a time when that one slide was showing anyway, much less be looking at it — or care.”
Once when he walked right by me, I thought hard: “Don’t do it. Don’t say anything. Man, he’s hot.”
“I wonder if I alerted the front desk people to him, if they would actually approach him.”
“I wonder if I did alert the front desk to the situation, and they didn’t approach the guy, and then the guy dropped a weight on his foot and sued Planet Fitness…”
Bless my absolute mess.
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