I've been going to the gym a lot in the past six weeks, and it's been a little odd. For example, there is usually a basket on the front desk with free samples of various low carb/low calorie/low fat/ god-awful tasting snack bars. One day a few weeks ago, that basket was replaced with a big box of donuts and a sign that said "take one." Yes, thank you dear gym management people for helping to support me in my fitness goals. Then there was the day that one of the front desk staff was sitting behind the desk wearing a full body dog suit. And he was sitting in a garbage can.
The most curious thing though was last night, when I happened to glance over at the basket of towels and industrial-strength cleaning products that conscientious gym-goers use to wipe their sweat off the treadmills when they are finished, and among the cleaners was a bottle of something called Club Aroma. Club Aroma? Ah yes, for those times when you want your surroundings to smell like old sneakers and ass sweat. Especially good for those romantic moments. Scented candles are a fire hazard! Get your bottle of Club Aroma now.