A session with my personal trainer Jake who tells me if I intend to walk on the treadmill, I may not as well bother (Gee thanks!), followed by a half hour of Zumba leave me legless. I head for the locker room and my favourite part, the shower and towel off. I return to find my sweaty stuff lying outside my locker, which is open .... and empty. Tilt head, teeny frown as brain tries to process the visual information. Did I not lock the locker when I left for my PT session? Admittedly I was in a rush, but.... I did take my clothes off to change when I got here. I distinctly remember neatly putting down watch, phone, poddy... even hanging up my shirt, but the locker is emptier than Mother Hubbard's cupboard. Bewilderment rules and I wonder if some good samaritan has taken all the stuff up to reception in an pre-emptive move at temptation to others? I can understand my phone and wallet being knocked, but who on earth would want my sandals? Or my pants??
Security and I have a confab and she thinks I might have mistaken my locker and we try my card on several others around it, but no luck. I'm pretty damn sure that I had the corner locker. She heads upstairs to inform the management and I hang around in my towel, contemplating what would happen if my stuff wasn't at reception. Hmmmmm. No phone. No keys. The only numbers I know by heart are non Singaporean. I guess I can go up and ask to use the net and try and email Prithi. Oh. No top either. One of the reception staff comes back and we go through the whole exercise again. Apparently it's happened before and it's always a case of mistaken locker. Still now joy and I'm truly at a loss to explain why someone would take my clothes, shoes and rucksack with salad. My body is tired and simply doesn't care anymore. I decide to get dressed and figure out how to get into my house... unfortunately, there are no 'XL's left and the 'L' I've picked doesn't want to cooperate. I finally manage to fight my way into it, don my sweaty tracks and sneakers and head upstairs.
I log in and send an email to PM and Rashmi to tell her I'm unlikely to be able to join the concall in 10 min. Luckily I find CF online and tell him of my bizarre dilemma and get PM's number. The very helpful young woman lends me her mobile and even says I can call overseas. Naturally, PM refuses to answer. Siiigh. It's now 8.17 pm and I'm wondering if there'd be anyone at work that could let me in to retrieve my spare keycard. I try PM a couple of more times, except I'm dialing my own mobile! Luckily, this happens when chirpy chickie comes to check on me, and she has the brilliant idea to call in the locker room while I'm wondering if I need to cancel cards and file a police report. I decide to head to the office anyway, and tell CF - I can always come back here if no one's left at work.... Chirpy chickie bounces back beaming.... there's a locker ringing downstairs. Hallelujah!
I follow her downstairs, and guess what.... it's the corner locker.... but the other corner!! Dear Lord. Senility has already come to claim me. A long day perhaps, and 90 minutes at the gym has completely scrambled my brain into puzzling why anyone would steal my shoes and my salad..... seriously...I need to get some sleep and some memory pills. My gratitude is heartfelt and my embarrassment complete. I am now officially one of those women who would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her neck! The "gym" experience has clearly sent me straight into the arms of the early onset of dementia.
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