She Only Knew About Two Bears
At the gym a couple weeks ago, I was on an elliptical trainer and listening to my iPod. Two trainers were out of commission that day, one on each side of me.
A young woman stepped up on the trainer to my right. She messed with it it a while, pressing buttons, though there was no sign of life, no lights, no power. Then, looking away, she moved to the trainer on my left. I would have volunteered that it was broken too, but she didn't glance in my direction.
So she stepped up onto broken, no-electrical-power trainer #2. And this is where she blew my mind. No, not like that. Ignoring the same symptoms she'd just witnessed, she didn't quickly determine that this one was broken too and just try the next open trainer, two down, which was working and sitting there, hers for the taking. She gave up fiddling after a bit and just spun, resistance-free on the broken trainer for a good three to five minutes. Which is a long time to spin without resistance. And then she left the aerobic area.
I felt like I'd just watched Goldilox give up after trying Papa and Mama Bear's porridge. The good stuff was in the next bowl.
For contrast, a few minutes later a guy tried the trainer to my right. He realized it was broken quickly. He was then going to try broken trainer #2, but he looked in my general direction, so I nodded at him to get his attention and told him it was broken, so he quickly found himself on a working machine.