I need a gym rant! I joined a gym recently and decided this morning that I would do the almost unthinkable - get up and get in to the gym bright & early for a pre-work swim!
Everything was lovely, I was happy and proud of myself until After i had showered. Post shower, I was stoood at the mirror/benches blow drying my hair happily alone, not a care in the world. Now This particular gym has space for 6 people to get ready with hairdryers readily available. It's great, lots of space for lots of people.Except not today.. When I started blow drying my hair, I was the only person there. I have shoulder length hair so it only took 15mins to get my hair dry. Not long at all really.
Though before I I finished, I noticed a much older (maybe pensioner?) lady hanging around. Still sipping wet, draped in a towel. Just staring at me. Glaring at me.
When I had finished my hair and moved on to makeup, She asked if she could use the hairdryer I had finished using - of course she could. I thought she'd pull up her own space beside me... given there was still 4 out of 6 spaces free.
Diaclaimer: I typically only take 20-25 mins to get completely ready so I figured it was no bother, she'll just be stood at the next space stretching the cord a little. I thought it would be fine. But Oh no... she actually stood elbow to elbow with me using the same pane of mirror as me! She was really in my personal space, so much so that when she was actually finished drying her hair, My hair looked like I had been walking along a coastal beach in gale force winds!
We both weren't too comfy being stood in such close proximity but by this pint all the mirrors were now in use so we were sort of stuck. I chose to grin and bare it. But this woman was clearly wasn't best pleased at sharing he space. I had nearly finished my makeup when she was half way through her hair. She stopped and looked me and then asked me whether I knew that this particular mirror was not meant to be used for makeup? Now there are no signs that suggest this was true so I smiled sweetly and told her that as I started doing my hair there, I may as well finish the job, I was almost done anyway. Just mascara to go!
At that point she gently, slightly, so very very lightly nudged my handbag over a little to the left which was also the edge of the bench. Unfortunately for me, my wedding ring just there too and yes nudging the bag, she knocked the ring and itactually fell into a bin that was beside the bench.
The bin!!! My wedding ring fell in the bin!!! A dirty gym changing room bin! I had to get a staff member to come and help me turn that thing upside down to look for it. Amazing, and not paid nearly enough Staffer & I were elbow deep in dirty tissues, food wrappers, other rubbish, and a dirty nappy! When old pension who was looking very pleased with the situation was still stood naked wrapped in a towel standing over us, making useless conversation ... 'well this isn't a great start to your day if it!' 'You'll need to swill it in something to clean it'... I had to bite the inside of cheeks to stop myself telling her to fuck off!! (Not averted to saying it when needed, but I draw the line at starting word fights with naked pensioners... so I chose the high road on this one).
But we finally found it and I got the hell out there but I'm fuming. What a foul woman! She never said sorry, she had to have known she was being a massive twat but meh. I refuse to be intimidated by her so come on ladies - please give me ideas of how I can tackle this situation if it happens again?!