Well, OF COURSE!

So, the past few weeks I have diligently been going to they gym.

MONDAY: Warrior Flow Yoga
TUESDAY: Pilates
WEDNESDAY: Treadmill (or resting)
THURSDAY: Pilates
FRIDAY: Slow Flow Yoga

Today after Pilates I was going to meet my friend Carrie to watch her baby while she ran into an audition. SO, when I finished class I ran down to my locker to change my clothes and run. On the way downstairs, I thought, "Wouldn't it be funny if I forgot my combination?"

HA HA. Yeah, about that.

I forgot my combination.

I tried it over and over. My lock wouldn't open. The woman next to me tried to do it for me - she couldn't get it open. Everything precious to me was in that locker (not my cat, or husband, or wedding rings, but my COAT and my PHONE - very important things)

This was terrible. My friend was depending on me. If I didn't show up in 15 minutes she was going to have to quit acting and her baby's life would be ruined forEVER...

I ran upstairs and asked if someone would clip the lock for me. Deborah (we became really good friends) reached under the front desk and pulled out the biggest, reddest lock clippers you will ever see. She got the lock off and I got my stuff.

I ran upstairs and out of the gym, called Carrie and told her I was "ON MY WAY!!!" She said, "Sure, don't worry about it."

I got on the train and sat down. Deep breath. And now I was mad because I was going to have to buy a new $8 lock. And we are poor.

I was soooooo mad at the lock because it wouldn't open - I thought I'd try one more time to see if I could get it to work...

I reached into my bag...

And...

Pulled out 2 locks.

I STOLE SOMEONE'S GYM LOCK!!! Oh my goodness! I am a thief. I totally stole someone's lock and used it and then had it destroyed.

Good Side: My lock still works.
Bad Side: Somebody else's doesn't