As we pulled into the parking lot of the gym this morning, we realized two things. First, Doug’s car wasn’t there, and second, the lights were off inside. Not a good sign. We pull through our normal parking spot and saw Doug’s car across from us. He came running over to the driver’s side window to tell us that the gym was closed. “Closed closed? Like, forever closed?” “Yeah.” “Well, that sucks.” We’re not at all annoyed with Doug – it wasn’t his call. But the owner, who has everyone’s email addresses, could have let us know. That’s kind of obnoxious. John and I could have gotten an extra hour and a half (or more!) of sleep this morning, if only we’d known. It was nice of Doug to show up to tell us. The other location (our M/W/F class location) is still open, so Doug gave us the owner’s number so we could petition to have Doug teach there Tuesdays and Thursdays instead. Which I promptly did. Well, not promptly, but same day. I called early afternoon and talked to him. He said he’d work on it. I’m hopeful.
Update: I got a text from Doug (because he has our info NOW) – he’s lined up to teach at the other location now, Tuesdays and Thursdays, same time. Yay! I’m not taking credit for that. I have a very high opinion of myself, it’s true, but I’m fairly certain one phone call from me can’t save someone’s job. If I have that kind of power, I should probably be more careful.