The Gym Pass Mix Up

This weekend I swung into decisive action and started one of my New Years Resolutions, it was time to return to the gym. There are people out there that will tell you it is impossible to improve upon perfection but I was dam well going to give it a go because that is the kind of man I am. I grasped my gym pass from its resting place on my DVD shelf, wiped off the two months of dust and put it into my wallet. I packed my amazingly stylish gym outfit and set off into the world while radiating more charisma then all the James Bonds combined.

I strode into the gym with more commanding presence then a Spartan warrior who had just won the life time achievement for manliness. I knew in my mind that women wanted me and men wanted to be me (maybe a few of them wanted me as well). I walked directly up to the man behind the front desk and pulled out my gym pass with lightening fast reflexes.

He looked at my gym pass.

He looked me in the eyes.

I looked him in the eyes.

He looked at my pass again.

He looked me in the eyes again and said, “Well… I can try scanning it into the computer. You might get some points.”

I looked down at what was in my hand. I thought I had been holding my gym pass which looks like this:

However, I had picked up the wrong card when I left the house and was in fact showing him my Albert Heijn supermarket reward card which looks like this:

Bugger!

Despite my mistake I think I have discovered an area where the gym is missing an opportunity. Maybe more people would go to the gym if they knew they could get a free tin of beans or rolls of toilet paper for every few miles they run on the jogging machine.