One of the perks of belonging to Equinox is that your monthly membership costs more than my cell phone, cable and Internet bills combined automatically includes unlimited classes. My friend Andrew is also a member, and several months ago we decided it was time to embark on our first spin class together - he was assumably in search of ass, while I was simply hoping to firm up my own. Predictably, we made the mistake of signing up for an “advanced” session. By the end of the class (after being yelled at for laughing at each other, choking on the gum I had been chewing, and watching Andrew accidentally kick one of his pedals across the room) I was drenched in sweat but my body felt good. I slowly unbuckled my feet from the pedals and dismounted the bike. Unfortunately, by the time my second leg reached the ground, both of my legs failed me by morphing into Jello and I did a face plant directly onto the floor. Without hesitation, Andrew seized the opportunity to point and laugh. I, in a moment of equal immaturity, responded by flipping him off from the ground. After eventually teaching myself to walk again, we decided to head downstairs. For obvious reasons, I relied heavily on the railing. However, Andrew was too busy mocking me to take the same precautions. Somewhere during the first flight karma bit him in the ass - his legs temporarily turned into spaghetti and he fell right down the stairs… Needless to say, we haven’t been back.
