Speaking of the gym... I was bopping along on my way to the gym this morning, my favourite walking tunes blasting on my iPod, getting me all motivated and fired up and as I approached the club I stopped in my tracks. There on the steps of the gym were several policemen and a big blue police van. "Hummm" thought I. "I wonder what's up?" And I went inside. Gathered around the reception desk was another group of men in grey uniforms and one intimidating looking fellow in a black leather jacket. (Why is it that black leather jackets always make you look a bit 'mafioso'?) I grabbed my lock and went to get changed into my workout gear. When I got back to the treadmill the group was still there, writing noted, looking around, inspecting the equipment, running up and down stairs and peeking into cupboards. It was rather Kafkaesque! When I had been on the treadmill for almost 45 minutes, the trainer came up to me and said I had to stop and get off for 5 minutes. "How weird" I thought, but I complied, and got off the treadmill. As soon as I was safely on the ground the power was cut off, and everyone stood around looking at each other. After a minute they switched it back on again and told me it was okay for me to continue on the machines. But I was finished anyway and went to the lockers. When I was leaving I asked Hyppo (short for some really long Greek name) what was going on and he whispered to me "Don't worry, they're the electricity police, and we've paid our bills".
Electricity police??? It takes SIX of them well over an hour to do an inspection?????