So at 8 AM on a rainy Saturday morning, T. and I are off to our local Y to take advantage of their free for a year, one time only, membership offer. T. wants to be able to work out with our son and his fiance who are members and I want to get a workout because I haven’t been dancing enough. But that’s another story.
Meanwhile, we pull up to the parking area with the full intention of having to wait in the rain because after all the FREE offer is too good to pass up. Of course, we should have known better. We are both after all in the retail sales business but still when we sat down at the table with the smiling-faced, eager awaiting volunteer, who actually works at the club, we were quick to notice that the rule of TANSTAAFL always applies. There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch. As it turns out, the free offer was for the “signing fee” not the yearly membership that was $52 a month which now that we were sitting down and in the process of signing up for was more than I wanted to spend but it was too late to back out and study the matter. The volunteer was after all smiling, and T. and I did want to start working out again so . . .