Some people are really talented. They will say the wrong thing at every given opportunity. How can that be possible? How can a normal sane intelligent (or not) person say completely nonsensical things always? This post may have been about me – but I can’t remember too many instances any more when I have wished the earth would swallow me up. I must start making notes and then I can do some reporting. For now, this is about this woman who works in the gym I work out. And she keeps me in splits (no pun here) just recounting her conversations to my family and friends.
So I walk into this brand new branch of a chain of gyms on the day after it was inaugurated (I had arranged previously to have it so – I had been in touch with the head of the chain, her able assistant etc.) This lady, who I happened to already know from someplace else said a bright “Hi! Don’t I know you from somewhere?” I had recollected her name and background immediately to my advantage and proceeded to enlighten her. Only it took really long since she did not even recollect the common friend that we both shared.
Be that as it may, after we had got the introductions out of the way, she came out with her gem. “Coming from a work out?”, she asked, seeing me attired in gym clothes and shoes. Considering that she is an employee of a gym, this was not only totally surprisingly but quite funny. I almost tittered, but her vacant look warned me that not much was going on inside that little head. Instead, I decided to be smart but straightforward. “Coming FOR a workout actually.” “Oh, ok”, she said, thoroughly flustered. I mean, what sort of manager will not even expect a customer even though a person suspiciously and most appropriately attired walks through the door? “Oh, so you’ll be my first customer…ahem…I mean the first person I will explain the concept to..ahem” And immediately, “N, will you take her around?” And she vamoosed! So much for first customer! I decided not to be judgmental – at least not just then. Maybe the first customer bit really did fluster her, it was a new job after all and she had just gotten back to work after a sabbatical.
The next couple times I met her at the gym, she asked me where I lived each time. And then, the next time, ‘Actually, where do you live?” But surprise, surprise, where I live and where I actually live are one and the same! Similar conversations happened. She would ask the same questions two days in a row and apparently not even listen to the answer. Why ask, then? Just to prove to me that she is something she is not – interested in me, an attentive listener etc.? The better half suggested that I should give her different answers each time just to see if she does remember anything. I was still inclined to give her a chance. Maybe she forgot because she has too much to do at home and at work.
But she proved me wrong. One day I was busy with my workout when she came in to work carrying sundry bags and wearing smart clothes and impossible heels. Passing me, interrupting my thoughts, rhythm and my breath, she asked, “Want the music louder, Supriya?” I went all goggle eyed and uttered a disbelieving “Huh?” – meaning “Did I just hear you ask me the most inane question ever invented by mankind?”. But she simple, repeated her earlier question. I gave up and said “No”. I mean, if I did want it louder, would i not ask? And how is it so important, anyway? Clearly, it was her way of saying,” Look what a caring manager I am. I think about you and even anticipate your needs. ” Oh, please. Give me a break.
Then, I had been complaining of workers being in the vicinity of the gym when I was working out. A couple of times I have seen some of them staring at the exercising women – which I suppose is only natural. The gym has been open for a month now, but the little bits of work remain and are tackled on and off. This is quite common when it comes to the construction business – but there has to be a way for them to manage it. At least I refuse to be ogled at by workmen. And this is a women’s gym. It would surely be better if it were a unisex gym – at least the other men are trainers or are working out. So I verbally complained a couple of times and once when there were just too many men around, I wrote an indignant and upset email to the admirable and awe-inspiring woman who owns the gym (who I happen to know through my better half). She promptly wrote back apologizing as well as promising that the repairs would happen in off hours only and marked a copy to a couple of her managers among whom was my friend.
The next time I met the subject of this post at the gym, about 3-4 days later – again in the middle of my workout, she walks up to me and says a bright,”Hello, angry woman.” By then I did not even remember the context of this conversation. Again, I uttered my favorite word around her, “Huh?” She must be convinced I am quite dumb that I couldn’t even get her joke.🙂 But she continued, regardless with her usual vacant look. “I hope you are ok today? No men around..(with a roll of her eyes – which conveyed at least to me – what a stupid woman you are, afraid of working out in front of a few men). We make them go all around the gym when they come.” Followed by a little tittering laugh. “Oh, ok.” I said and ended the conversation there. Was there any point of saying anything to someone who has clearly no understanding power? Maybe I’m being harsh. But she has proved herself to be a complete ass. Just the sorts who you don’t want anything to do with. And the ironic part is that she is only employee I have met there who is oh so not genuine. Everyone else is very down to earth and up front.
And so, I have decided to put my head down and slink away if I find her approaching. Too much of a good thing and all that. Just how can some people be just so…so….transparently insincere and annoying?
Thank god, at least they are good for a few laughs and entertaining conversations.
After all, all is grist that comes to my mill.