Today at the gym, while my back was turned in the women's changeroom (and literally in 1 minute) some poor drone swiped my gym towel. It was a very functional little towel, wheat-coloured and soft, with fine absorbent qualities - perfect for mopping off sweat during a particularly gruelling workout. It also cost $7 at the local Zellers.
What is so mystifying is her motive. What could she possibly want, on her way out of the gym, with my sweet little Downy-scented towel?
My latest theory is that this woman, who was a bit on the plump side, had a bad day and being at the gym was the last straw. She snapped; she saw my legs and decided to punish me for being a triathlete. Ok ok maybe not ... she's probably a kleptomaniac. But even more sinister: what kind of world do we live in when someone who can afford a gym membership deigns to steal a gym towel before your workout?
I pondered this during my 7 mile tempo run, with sweat pouring down my face and into my eyes, as I tried in vain to wipe my eyes and clear the stinging. All I can hope is that my towel will mean so much more to her than it ever did to me. And in this world, folks, if it isn't nailed down there is someone out there who will steal it.
If I see her next week at the gym and she is stupid enough to bring it along, I'd love to say "nice towel". I'd love to delve into her economic motive for this theivery, to find the point where her sense of entitlement began to trample the rights of others around her. I'd love to shake some respect into everyone for their fellow human. But mostly, I'd just like to be able to turn around for a minute in the changeroom at the YMCA and not have someone swipe my stuff.
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