Ok....so now all I need to do is break silence....
"Hi, any idea how you start this thing? I need to walk some life back into my legs"
She looked at me completely gone out. "Try pressing start. I thought it was us blondes who asked the silly questions"
(Wow, she has no fear at all)
Thanks, sorry I never use these and absolutely killed my legs.
I'm Trent, by the way.
She gave me an up and down look.
"You have worked them, here let me help you out"
She leaned across to my machine, then called across to a woman at the far end. "Stacy, this gent needs help with the machine"
With that she carried on running.
(Fuck, she recognised my name, how many other guys does she know named Trent. Why wouldn't she talk? Is there more to this?)
Stacy came and stood to my left, "hi how an I help?"
I explained I'd done a leg session, needed a walk, didn't know how to set the machine up.
She was a pretty young girl, easy to talk to. We chatted while I was walking, about training, diet and a friend of hers who could o sports massages. Someone else called Stacy, another idiot like me no doubt, she excused herself, I faced forward to continue walking. Looking into the mirror I was about to strike up a conversation with the potential Vicky again.....but that's not her, another lady had taken her place.
My god I'm shit at this snooping lark.
I hit the stop and headed out of the gym.
I was about to get into my car when I heard a "shit. God damn shit"
Looking round the car next to mine was a blonde lady crouched down examining the tyre of he car. She suddenly stood up and said, "Fuck sake" and kicked the tyre.
"Hey, you ok" just then I noticed the tyre was flat."can I help?"
"Well yeah, if you don't mind".
I checked the tyre over, it was a nail right near the side wall.
Checked her spare...there was no spare.
"Oh man, I really need to get to work"
Where do you work? I said.
They local hospital.
I suggested she leave her car there, I could get a mate to collect it and I'll drop her at work.
I couldn't ask you to do that she said.
Hey, it's fine, my Mrs works at the hospital too, I'd happily help.anyone who works there.
She got in the car and I headed over to the hospital.
Thanks so much for this, she said.
Trent isn't it.
No problem, I said, yeah it's Trent.
My Mrs is Tracy, she works in physio.
She looked at me and paused for a moment. You're that Trent and giggled.
I've heard all about you, I work with Tracy, sorry I only just realised...I'm Vicky. Wow, I am a lucky girl, a big smirk appeared across her face. |
