Today is Sunday. I was super hyped to go work out. I stretched for 20-30 minutes, getting nice and loose at home before leaving to catch the bus. I pack my gym bag, I change into my gym clothes, and I'm off. After waiting for the bus for roughly 10 minutes, I sit in this dirty vehicle for another twenty minutes riding to my gym, the last stop on its route. As we pull into the parking lot, I see that there aren't many cars in the parking lot. My thought process is as follows:
- There aren't many cars in this parking lot. I wonder why.
- Today is Sunday.
- Planet Fitness closes at 7pm on Sundays.
- It's 6:58pm right now.
- F*ck me.
To top off this unfortunate series of events, I ran over to the bus stop by the parking lot, assuming I would get right back on the bus. Instead, the bus switches his sign to "NOT IN SERVICE" and hauls his ass out of there, leaving me to wait for the next bus to come in another twenty minutes.
- I'm hyped to go workout.
- I get there, only to realize that the gym closes early on Sundays.
- I'm owned; f*ck my life.