What's worse that living in an abandoned building that's haunted by not one ghost but several, randomly broken into by homeless men and stray cats, perhaps finding a body in it.
Yup, that's what happened tonight.
Snickers had left the club for the night so I was alone with the pups, cleaning up and getting ready to hit the sack. It had been a long day, a very good day but none the less a long day. While I was cleaning up the club, putting things away, I then heard a loud crashing sound. It sounded like someone had kicked the wall. Instantly the pups ran to the back of the club, where the sound had occurred, so I chased after them. Inside the bathroom, in one of the stalls, one member had apparently fallen asleep on the toilet and fell face first into the closed stall door, hence the big bang.
This is one of my big fears actually. Not the ghosts or the random homeless people that try to come in and not even the occasional drunk person that walks into the club and refuses to leave. Snickers is big into trying to scare me, he thinks it's so funny, so it'd be no big surprise really if he were to set up such a prank. But besides his amusement with that, I'm always sure to check the entire club before I go to sleep because someone could linger behind after closing, either by accident or on purpose, and that's always at the back of my mind.
Tonight it happened but it was totally not on purpose.
This particular member had weight trained with me but didn't do boxing on account that he wasn't feeling too well. I assumed it was because we had trained abs today and I had put him through a gruelling abs circuit but he noted to me that he wasn't feeling well because of stress at work. I remember him breaking in between sets to go to the bathroom but then insisting he continue the workout I had set up for him. He had come in with buddies but one-by-one they left and somewhere in the coming and going of members he was missed. For the most part, almost all of our Korean members greet us when they arrive and then tell us goodbye when they are leaving. They're pretty good at going out of their way to let both Snickers and I they're leaving.
When I discovered him in the bathroom, he had hit his head on the stall door and fallen into the middle of the bathroom floor. The dogs stood around him barking and I yelled for him to go back into the stall until I could get the dogs back into their caged doggie area. I couldn't risk having Pacquiao possibly bite the guy.
After the fact, we had a good laugh at the situation but it was very much an embarrassing, how-awkward-was-that moment -- him on the floor with his pants around his ankles and me sporting just leggings and a sports bra. I've told a couple of friends about what happened and now I just wrote about it on my homepage but beyond that it's our little secret. To give it any public acknowledgement among those who know him or know of him would clearly bring about a lot of questions and teasing.
So much for wanting to go to bed early after that. I was now wide awake so I exercised.
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