"Fine," I said. "Charge me a processing fee and please do not ever contact me again. I do not want to see so much as a flyer in my mailbox."
The sales associate agreed to my terms (or she lied to me to get me off the phone), took my credit card number and said goodbye. I am free from Boston Sports Club!
And on to another gym...
I will post more on my new gym later but I need to come clean about one thing: it is more expensive than the evil gym (by $20). But on the flip side:
- It is two blocks from my office and in the direction of my apartment.
- It is a private gym (which means they cap memberships so that the gym isn't too crowded during peak times).
- It has a spa. And yes, there are discounts associated with my membership.
- It is small by gym standards, but again, it's private so you're never waiting for a machine.
- The clientele is "professional" (i.e. no college kids parading around in boy shorts that barely cover their yahoos).
More on the new gym later...
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