Drill Hall Employees

Yeah yeah, it's been a while. I don't even have anything that great to add, so today you get a token annoyance post about the drill hall. Pretty soon I'll start posting about the stuff Erica and I have been up to, but I still haven't shown her my blog. Although, we did have the "I almost got married in June" talk, so that was really the last hurdle. Anyway!

There is one badge checker lady at the Drill Hall that I complain about all the time, because she checks my ID every day. During my marathon training, I was in there twice a week, and the 4 to 5 employees learned to recognize me (and I them) and the whole badge check became unnecessary. Then, after the marathon they hired a new lady. Since I had hurt my knee and this was before I took Carly's Nordic Trak, I was there every day. Every day this lady needs to check my ID. After 4 weeks or so, I started to just make eye contact, nod, and walk in without breaking my stride. But no! She always says "ID?" and looks at me expectantly. To this day, she still demands to see my badge everytime I go. I recognize her; does she not recognize me? It's like "Yes, I work here. I worked here yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Almost every day that you have worked here, you have checked my ID. When are you going to remember?" It's been several months at this point.

I mention this because of an encounter yesterday: I walked in the door with another woman, and the badge checker says "ID?" I produce mine in a well-rehearsed yet annoyedly-dismissive manner, but the other lady was also prepared. Before Badge checker made it to the "D" in her catch phrase, other lady tersely said "I'm the AEROBICS INSTRUCTOR" in a manner that let me know that they've had this exchange before. I mention this because it makes me feel better that I'm not alone. Anyway, as annoyed as I get with this all, I have to cut her some slack. She might just be legally blind, or possibly mentally challenged, and I need to build up more Karma so I can get good parking spots again.

Bonus note! Every day I get a small towel for my workout. The other day I walked up to the window, cheerfully said "One small towel please," took it, and walked away. I made it about 10 feet before I noticed that they had given me one of the giant shower type towels. So I turned around and went back to the window. Only about 10 seconds had passed since I picked up the towel, but there was a new employee manning the window now. I said "Hi, I need a small towel so I'll trade you" and handed her the unused big towel. She immediately leapt back about a foot with a horrified look on her face and yelled "I'm not touching that! Put it in the hamper!" I stood there stunned for a second, petrified by the look of intense disgust in her eyes, until I realized that she wasn't there for the original pickup. She figured that I had arrived earlier, worked out, sweat up this towel, showered, dried with this towel, gotten dressed to kill and then attempted to hand her my body hair and microbe-laden diseased sweat rag. I guess I can't really blame her. I stammered out something like "Oh...God...this is...no, it's clean...uh" and threw it in the hamper. She gave me a dirty look as she handed me a fresh small towel, and muttered "Ugh! Jeeze." as I walked away. I'm pretty sure she remembers me now.

Solution? Tomorrow maybe I'll give the badge check lady a dirty towel, and see where that goes.