Well, what can I say?

Or, rather, where should I start?

I'm trying to cancel my gym-membership, which is harder than one should think, although I had heard rumours...

Charlotte: - Hi, I would like to cancel my membership (smiles)

Receptionist: - We need that in writing (pouts)

Charlotte: - Oh, but yes, I've brought a letter, is this okay? (Hahaha! Gotcha!)

Receptionist: - Did you put your phone number on it? (triumphant glare)

Charlotte: - Ehm...no...what do you need that for? (becomes suspicious)

Receptionist: - Well, someone is going to ring you sometime next week (sniggers)

Charlotte: - What for? I just want to cancel my membership...?

Receptionist: - Anyway, it is too late for December, we can only cancel you in January, now. (Gets bored, starts flirting with man on treadmill)

Charlotte: - But...why??? (Lower lip aquiver)

Receptionist: - You have to give notice before the 7th November

Charlotte: - But it doesn't say anywhere in the contract...

Receptionist: - She'll ring you next week

Charlotte: *ponders*, pulls out a large gorilla from inside pocket, lets him loose on unsuspecting receptionist...(No...too disgusting...)

- pulls out large automatic weapon and shoots everybody in gym (No...I'm a pacifist...)

- pulls out Pop Idol CD and plays very loud until all have surrendered (No...too cruel...)

- nods quietly and leaves, defeated.


So, that was Saturday. Later Saturday I was the witness to a sad, sad incident;
The Matrix Revolutions.
It's long. And boring. And a complete anti-climax. So there.


I miss reading.
More.
Than I do now.


And what do we want for Christmas?
- Radiohead in complete control of the BBC. As it is now, we must settle for a week on BBC 6 Music.


I just knew he was a friendly guy: Hi Jon!



posted by charlotte at 18:44 - comment