I did learn one valuable new lesson this past week. Apparently it is a lesson that most people learn in school, or college at the very latest.
The lesson? If you see a red button, don't push it.
Our new fancy building has a gym. Which I used for the first time on Thursday. You have to use your swipe card to get in the gym. So I assumed that you would need to push the red button next to the door to get out. Right?
So I worked out, showered, and sashayed out the door in my super cute Argentine dress which I love love love. It's trippy - sort of 60s, with faces and swirly flowers all over it. It's synthetic, but a really soft, clingy fabric. It's so great. And it's finally warm enough again to wear it, and did I mention I love it? I'll have to post a picture one of these days.
So. Yippee! I had a great workout! And now I'm clean! And cute, because oh, my dress is so fabulous!
Mince to the door. Push red button. Silently think, "Bye cute, sweaty, working out boys!" Exit.
Except. Except that particular red button caused building management and the police to turn up at the gym two minutes after I'd traipsed out the door. La la la la.
Bob told me this. He said a couple guys left right after I did, and a few new ones came in. So when the police asked who'd pushed the button, they didn't know. And Bob lied and said he had no idea.
I was so embarrassed when he told me. I'm a first-born-rule-follower, really I am. What if they have me on camera? What if they bar me from the gym?
"They should label it emergency!"
"Uh, Lis, I think they do."