I got kicked out of the YMCA today.
I’d met my graphic designer’s wife there to help her with her weight routine, as part of our logo trade. Once we hit the machines, we were promptly instructed to stop. No outside trainers, they said; there’s too much liability involved.
I’m completely embarrassed, because I should have thought to ask whether it was OK. As Wes says, you live and learn. I just hate getting “yelled at,” though there was no yelling involved. At least Kristin was gracious about it!