Despite the fact that it snowed all fucking day, my commute home wasn't bad and I had no reason to skip the gym. My back was pretty tight after sleeping weird on The Boy's new bed, so I really needed to go to yoga.
When I was changing into my gym shoes, putting my hair up and whatnot before heading up to do cardio, I noticed an iPod sitting on the bench across from me. There wasn't anyone around and no one came over in the few minutes I was there to pick it up.
So I go up and spend a little time on the elliptical machine and I came back down to get my yoga mat. The iPod is still there. You're not going to forget your iPod while up in the gym working out, right? And who would spend a half hour in the shower at the gym? Someone forgot that shit.
I grabbed it up and took it to the front desk. Quite frankly, I was shocked it was still there after I finished cardio. I couldn't leave it to chance. If I lost my iPod (and I have, very briefly, a few times), I would go fucking nuts. I'm not sure I would want to live. A bit melodramatic? Yes. But probably not that far from the truth.
Stealing it didn't even occur to me. Maybe I do have a heart, after all.