The Fitness Trial Class That Changed Everything

"My husband's gym was celebrating its grand opening, so I grabbed my best friend and headed over under the guise of "checking the place out," armed with a $10 trial class we had snagged from a group deal.I never once mentioned that I was the owner's wife.The moment we wrapped up the workout, a female trainer slapped a price sheet into our hands and gave us a look that could cut glass."Let me guess, you two came here to milk the freebies? Our private training sessions cost hundreds. They're not here for people like you to exploit."I let out a disbelieving laugh."We bought a perfectly valid trial class. How does that make us freeloaders? Get your manager."She rolled her eyes, acting like she was the rules."Call whoever you want! The owner is my boyfriend, and he can't stand penny-pinchers who show up trying to mooch off his gym."Then, right in front of us, she called him—voice raised, dramatic, dripping with fake indignation."Babe, there are two cheapskates in your gym demanding the manager. Come deal with them for me!""