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Me (confused because my phone is ringing on a Saturday afternoon):
Hello?
R.T.P.S.F.I: Hallo Mr. Ryan, this is Roberta from L.A. Fitness.
You have been referred by a friend who thinks you need to go to the gym.
How about a free session to see what you need to do.
Me (battered by the combined attack of peppiness and Spanishness):
Uhm. Yes. That sounds like a good idea.
R: Great. Can you come down in five minutes.
Me: Woah there lil horsey. I can come some time next week.
R: I don't think that's enough motivation, why don't you just
skip along right now.
Me: No. Really. Next week.
R (Showing her true alien side, for all fitness instructors are
from a dying alien planet come here to steal our
hard earned flab): Now really Mr. Ryan, don't you want to be
fit. It's in your best interest to come down tomorrow.
Me: But it's a three day weekend. I'm being lazy!
R: That's not good enough. You have to make an appointment now.
Me (starting to sob): Okay okay. Tuesday evening.
R: That's better. We'll see you at 6pm on Tuesday. Don't
forget, we know where you live...
Help.
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