The janitor was in the locker room with the mop and mop bucket when I got to the locker room. She didn't even clean the floor; the bathroom had toilet paper all over it when she ran out of the locker room so that she could be at the entrance to the weight room with the mop when I got there.
I went to the room that has the exercise machines. She soon followed me there, with a spray bottle, and has spent the last half hour spraying and mopping the machines, coughing repeatedly, and spending as much time around me as she can
A woman in the locker room just coughed loudly at me.
I said "How about you don't do that? I am so tired of strangers screwing with me for no reason."
I pay to attend this gym. There are health insurance business that try to give people incentives to exercise, because it reduces health problems. I don't spend the money that I get on drugs or alcohol or scratch tickets.
I am abused every day because of the conglomerate's propaganda about me. What happened to me at the YMCA seems to be repeating at Boston Sports Clubs. So far, I haven't taken a shower at a Boston Sports Club; I ought to be able to do that without fear of being videotaped, but no woman who is a member of any gym can live without that fear anymore.
I am in the locker room, writing this page. The janitor has just followed me into the locker room with the mop bucket.
Copyright L. Kochman, September 20, 2015 @ 9:53 a.m.
