Canceling My Gym Membership Saga: A Journey of Frustration and Resistance

I need to cancel my gym membership. Are you talking to me? Oh, no, sorry. You have to call the cancel. Okay, I just called and they told me I have to come in. So weird. So are you able to help me? I could try. I could look cool. I really appreciate it. Oh, I hate this computer. Okay, so there’s a few things that might be an issue. Okay, like what? So you can only cancel on the first of the month between the hours of 3:00 and 3 or three PM when a manager is present. That can’t possibly be a real thing. I just, I really need to cancel it now. Why? Because this gym sucks and I just, I don’t wanna come here anymore. I don’t wanna pay you. I don’t wanna give you my money. I want you to stop charging me. Actually, we have a promotion right now. And if you just stay, you get a free water bottle. Nope, don’t want that. Okay. But you can refill it in our water fountains. I already have a water bottle and your water is disgusting. Oh my gosh, this is gonna take a while. I don’t mind waiting. And I assume you’ve already submitted the written portion where you have to submit an essay style of exactly why you’re leaving and why you’re a piece of . I did not. Okay. Your remaining balance is like $500. What the hell? Why? Yeah, I don’t know. You’d have to call accounting and they’re like, never there.

Listen, I get if there’s some sort of cancellation fee, but absolute the not. Am I paying you more than I would for a gym membership? I mean, we could always just stay with us. Okay, that feels very manipulative. I can give you this free weight. Cancel it.