Last year, my sister was in New York City for an interview and finished the interview early. Of course, she wasn’t just going to sit somewhere, she decided to find a workout class. So, she looked up the next available Peloton class, tried to book it, and even though there were no seats left, still went in. Sammy somehow convinced the workers to let her have a seat in the class (even though it was full??) And was extremely spontaneous...
So, today, when a similar opportunity arose, I decided that I should try to!
I got off from work on an early day from doing absolutely nothing at my summer internship (unpaid!) and decided to do a workout class even though I had no workout clothes. So I booked a Rumble class in Philadelphia without thinking of anything for an overpriced amount of $34 that would have been an added $8 because I did not have gloves and had done the class once before. Apparently the rule of Rumble is they give you a pair of free gloves with your first class and you have to bring them back every time you go, and if you forget them, another pair is an $8 charge, unless you find the loophole of signing up with a different email account… sorry Rumble, you gotta do what you gotta do when you are paying $34 for a 45 minute workout class. So, I called my brother and went to his apartment, took his clothes, his shoes and ran to the workout class making it at 4:28 for a 4:30 class. Naturally, I get this crazy idea from my sister who does shit like this all the damn time.
So, here I am signing into Rumble for my 4:30 class and... of course I signed up for next week instead of today. I get into the class on time, sick class by the way, very hard, and have to make my train at 5:25. Suburban station is 10 minutes from this class and the class ends at 5:15, ok we can do this. Maybe not. Class just ended and its 5:16 so I legitimately sprinted through Philly with my heavy backpack on to Suburban station, boxing gloves still on looking like Rocky running through the streets of Philly. I get onto the train at platform, 1b, and before getting on ask the person I see sitting on the train through the door if this is the right train. “EXCUSE ME, does this go to _____”, and he says yes. HEY LOOK MA! I MADE IT! And then I hear from across the train from this random woman, “sir, this does not go there…” Remember I am sweating my ass off, grey shirt completely black from sweat sprinting onto this train after yelling at this guy to get his attention. Oh shit, this isn’t the right train! so I quickly jump off and as the doors shutting I hear a man telling that woman, “yes it does” and then the doors shut.
Oh my god. I missed the train. I was on the train, got off, and missed the damn train. This is just one lesson of how I need to leave this spontaneous shit to my sister and let this be her thing. So now, I am sitting in an Uber on the way home, more mad than I have been in a very long time extremely dehydrated, pissed about how my sister seems to do this shit all the time and the one time I try, absolute fail.
I’m not thrilled to say this but my sister is a more #spontaneoussiblng than I am. Welp. Now I’m car sick as well…
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