And so I went down to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y. Well. Not exactly. It was actually here in East Lansing. I wanted to start going to the gym with my ex-roommate. But she is already a member of another gym. And poor as shit. I heard that the Y lets you add people who live with you to your account for $10 extra a month. So I asked the woman if that was true and she said no. But when I asked at another Y across town, they said that was fine. As long as the person lives with you. I just don't understand it. Why is it so fractured? When did it all fall apart? Where are we going, and when we get there, will there be Stairmaster?
So I'm a little scared. I don't want to become one of those frantic bicycle girls. I don't want to kill myself on the Stairmaster and freak out when I miss an aerobics class. I don't think I could respect myself in the morning.
Anyhow, I'm going to do the right thing. I'm going to piss right in the man's face and go to the Y across town to get my membership. When I'm paying the low rate to add my ex-roommate, I will be going to the closer Y. That will teach a silent lesson to YMCA's everywhere. They best recognize. You dig?