Poor Packing job

Yesterday, I had planned to go to the gym in the afternoon.  I had my gym bag packed, and I placed it in the trunk of my car.  When I got to the gym, I started changing into my gym clothes.  It was then that I discovered that I had not packed shorts.  I had everything else–shirt, socks, shoes, and compression shorts.  Unfortunately, I packed two pairs of compression shorts, and I was not about to be the guy wearing bicycle shorts while working out.

My gym has a little pro shop, and I figured I would just purchase a new pair of shorts and continue my workout.  I throw on my khakis, and I head back out to the front desk area.  Of course, as luck would have it, I could not find a pair of extra-large shorts to save my life.   After much cursing and searching, I gave up.  It figures that the gym would not carry shorts in my size.
I then packed up my gym bag and went home.  The kicker: as I am leaving, the woman behind the counter says “Good Night” to me.  Now, did she just notice that I walked in not more than 15 minutes ago, and did she notice that I obviously did not work up a sweat in my brief time at the gym?  Nothing like adding some salt to the wound to remind me to make sure I packed shorts into my gym bag.