Okay, so I’m at the gym this morning doing my cardio on an elliptical machine.
I notice a woman two rows ahead of me on a treadmill. She has no water. She is wearing as close to a “burka” as would be acceptable in America. It is the full, huge, wool scarf wrapped all around her head and neck. She is also layered in clothing. I can only see her outerwear and it is a long-sleeved, wool sweater on top and what looks like sweatpants on bottom. It is the summer, AUGUST, in Dallas – over 100° for many days in a row.
Really? Are you kidding me? Are you insane?
She falls to the floor. She is holding her ankle. The man in front of me runs to help her. I run to the desk to let them know. Within a minute she is surrounded by staff, manager, and anyone else who can help.
Her husband is called and is by her side for a few minutes. She tries to walk, no go. They bring her a chair, ice, and lots of consoling. Husband leaves. Manager tries to get her to walk again, no go. After about 20 minutes, they bring a rolling chair to her and wheel her to the elevator.
I passed the manager’s office on my way out. There was a huge meeting going on inside. Part of me wants to knock on the door and say how crazy I think this whole thing is, but the staff is filled with young, strong bodies. It is best they over-react in situations like this.
I wonder if she is going to sue.