No One Was Hurt

Hey Mom!

I work at a gym:

This morning at the gym I complained about this:

Then this happened:


This is the chair I sit on when I'm on break:


 This is where people put on their runners. This is where my manager chats with customers.  This is where the trainer's daughter hangs out when she goes to work with her dad.



That is all.

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