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Things that Make You Go Hmmmm

A friend and I have been training for a sprint over the past week or two. On Monday in the gym's swimming pool area, we spied this sign. (Thanks Linda for sharing your picture.)

Notice anything odd? Instructions to call 911 in case there is a problem. Phone jack. No phone. Anyone know of a waterproof phone you can carry with you when you swim?

At the same gym, the restroom sign below was on a stall door inside the women's locker room. How exactly does that work? The sign to come into the locker room says women only, but one of the restroom stalls will accept men...
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Melinda said…
LOL! Oh, how I love funny signs! Thanks for sharing, my fellow word nerd!!
April 21, 2010 at 9:06 AM
Rebecca said…
What type of gym are you going to? It doesn't seem very safe! But it makes me laugh :) Love ya!
April 21, 2010 at 11:22 AM
Andrea - said…
It's Gold's Gym in Orem - 8th North
April 21, 2010 at 7:16 PM
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