The Problem I Have With the Receptionist at My Gym
I don’t have anything against women who have blue hair. I’m kind of drawn to their boldness.
There’s something brave about being different. It’s a statement of anti-authority and intent. Blue, in particular, is a colour of peace. So, even though many people stop and stare, they’re often considered quite cool and kooky.
That’s what confused me about my first interaction with the receptionist at my gym.
Underneath her blue hair was black rock-and-roll clothing and strong eyeliner, so I was expecting something edgy. But when she introduced herself she was extremely polite. Almost too polite. To the point where it didn’t feel authentic.
Every day I entered the gym after that she beamed, “Hi Andy! Have a wonderful session!”
And every time I left she cheered, “Bye Andy! Have a wonderful day!”
This went on for weeks.
After a while, I began to doubt myself. I wondered if she genuinely was just an all-round nice person and I was being an asshole. You know, the kind of harmless person that could be described as vanilla whereas I could be described as sour.
But one day I saw a crack in her armour. It was a brief moment that I wasn't meant to see. As I walked into the gym she was preoccupied…
