Row of 3 chaps in front of me. One in front with expensive padded cycling shorts patterned with brand names and slogans, the next one in a cycling shirt with a pocket at the back for snacks. For his 45 minute spin class. And the one at the end. The one wearing cycling gloves. Obviously to protect his hands in case of a high speed crash. On his stationary bike.
Look at that line of plonkers.
I sat there all smug. Doing my spin class. Until near the end when I caught sight of something white in my reflection in the full length mirror opposite.
What WAS that?
Looked a bit closer. It was my label. The label on the OUTSIDE of my top. Which should have been on the inside. And when I looked at myself a bit closer I realised I could also see the label on the outside of my shorts. Which should have been on the inside of my shorts.
Having got dressed in the dark that morning and being so busy laughing at the three chaps in front of me that I’d completely failed to notice that ALL of my kit was inside out.
Karma. You DO work fast.