Women’s only gym

Jerrry was just walking down the street when he saw the woman handing out flyers to a group of women. Lowering his head to avoid eye contact, he attempted to slip past them without any luck.

“Excuse me,” she said as she stopped Jeri. “You look as if you need a confidence boost!”

Jerry simply stared at the young woman.

“Yeah, I thought so. I use to be like that too. That is until I found SpaFreu! A new and unique gym. Specially tailored to your specific needs! You want toning? We can do that! You want more definition? We can do that! You want to be strong and confident? We can don that!”

Jerry stood there, dumbfounded. Did this woman even take a breath?

Moving herself into a position where she could address the entire, she continued speaking.

“Now, as I was saying, I guarantee that once you step inside and tour the facilities, you’ll be joining before you know it!”

She motioned behind the group. And for the first time Jerry noticed they were all standing in front of what looked like a private gym.

The windows were all frosted so he couldn’t see inside, but the faint silhouettes behind the glass suggested some sort of exercise class was going on.

“Now, if you’ll all please join me we will begin your tour!”

Jerry tried to move away, but one of the women, in an attempt to reach her friend, managed to unintentionally herd Jerry into the middle of the group.