Gloves and hats, Madonna, and an incident at the gym

We’re going back in time here a bit. These are the gloves I received from the Boy for my birthday present–I LOVE them. So classy! The color is perfect, the bow is perfect, and they have the iphone-friendly fingertips too, ’cause you know I’m all into the iphone now. For better or worse!

I’ve been enjoying the hell out of Madonna’s “Confessions on a Dance Floor“. I can’t get enough! I know I’m going to listen to it to DEATH, like I do with all music.

Happy little tree shirt I bought at Pike Place Market the day before my birthday.

Birthday hats by Corinne.

A couple of weeks ago I found a beautiful gold cross on a chain hanging in the locker I typically use at the gym. I immediately turned it in to the front desk so they could put it in the lost and found, and forgot about it. A couple of days later I saw a sign up in the locker room saying that the cross was lost, with a name and phone number, so I called the number and told the woman who answered that I had found her cross, and turned it in to the lost and found. She mentioned the 50 dollar reward, which I hadn’t noticed on the sign (A.D.D.).

“I don’t care about that,” I told her, and meant it. We hung up and I was feeling pretty good about myself, until I received a text message telling me that the cross didn’t show up in the lost and found. Ruh roh. The woman begged me to remember which employee I had handed it to, but I simply couldn’t. I knew I handed it to a man, but that was it. The staff at my gym changes constantly, and they are mostly dudes with dark hair in their 20s, and not memorable-looking. After some more frantic text messages she pleaded with me to meet her at the gym this morning to point out the employee, which I felt extremely uncomfortable about. After all, I don’t remember the employee! Feeling guilty and pressured, I agreed.

“Don’t do it!” cried my mother over the phone last night. “It will turn the staff against you! No good will come of it! Anyway, you did your part.”

She was right, and although I’m not crazy about my gym (I’ve quit before because of lousy treatment from trainers) it’s close to my house, and the membership fee is low. Anyway, what did this lady really expect to happen? I’d point somebody out (probably an innocent person), and they’d break down and confess and produce the cross? Not bloody likely.

So I text messaged the woman last night about how uncomfortable I felt about the situation, a sorry and added “Merry Christmas” at the end. I haven’t heard from her. And now, naturally, I don’t want to go to the gym this morning. What if she’s waiting for me? Not that she knows what I look like, but still. Oy vey! The things that happen when you try to be nice!

Mawwww.