I’m trying to fight off theft charges.
The owner of Anytime Fitness, Girrawheen branch, is so convincing that I almost started believing it.
In the last email, he quotes an email I sent, saying I found a headset and will return them.
Yes,
he quoted me.
Then he says he’s pressing charges of theft.
That’s one giant leap.
In movie speak, we call that suspension of disbelief.
I was locked out of Zac Martin’s gym for two weeks. On a few occasions, I was let in by some kind soul.
‘Fuck him, if he wants to block me from entering, I’ll just enter and use my membership.’
Now, another leap of fuzzy logic.
I left my key inside. A Sunday, so no chance to call management about
it. I was left to fend to myself. The lions would have their feast that
day. Zac would make sure of that.
Had to get in. A member refused, I called him an asswipe, the ones we use to wipe down the equipment.
Then he calls security on me.
He and two other members block the door.
They won’t let me in.
They won’t look where I’m pointing, at the rowing machine, where my key was.
Then Mr. Citizen Arrest, not happy with the outcome so far, calls the police on me.
He has dark skin and no asswipe will wipe that colur off.
Yes, he’s a white man in a black man’s body.
And he wants to fight. And so do the other two, threatening me with violence.
Okay, some facts out the way. My car broke down and was parked outside
the gym, whoopy doo, it’s one of the shittiest and dangerous suburbs of
Perth.
Facts, I know, they get in the way of suspension of disbelief.
‘We don’t like police coming around, a bad look,’ said the manager the following day.
‘You are banned.’
I was a member of another gym, Malaga, but that didn’t concern Zac
Martin, the owner. He wanted my membership, almost a year’s membership.
Not a month or a week ahead, one year. So you can see his motivation for
disregarding the facts and just making sure the movie goers don’t have
to think too much to follow his story.
His story is convincing.
Why didn’t he just refer to 3.9, “Membership fees paid in advance will
not be refunded except in the specific circumstances referred to in
clause 11.2.’
END OF FUCKING STORY.
THE END.
Saved by terms
and conditions. It would have been the easy option I would have chosen. And it
would make him look law-abiding. Instead, Zac chose the hard way. Think
of all the time he's used, downloading CCTV footage, collating emails, and so on. Dumb ass...I never got an email back from management about
the headsets I found. Which in fact were mine, that I lost, weeks ago
and had already notified the manager.
I understand why they never got back to me:
The franchise doesn't take responsibility for any injury, death or
disability incurred or suffered or contributed to by any Member whilst
utilizing the benefits provided by the Membership;
I am in the grips of PSTD.
Cripple Colin not only let me know what he thought of me hanging my
bedding on the doors of my broken down car, 'the caravan park is down
the road,' but he refused me entry with my ebike. I had already got
permission from the owner and manager. 'Over my dead body, that bike
isn’t coming inside.'
Colin the Cripple parks his one tonne Motor
Disability Scooter right next to the door. He's two tonne, so you can
see the dilemma that fat fuck is in.
The franchise also is not
responsible for any loss or damage to property, whether in whole or
part, incurred or sustained by a Member whilst utilizing the benefits of the Membership; or
Or if Zac Martin takes a dislike towards you. I always say, some members are more equal than others.
If you want to rid the world of dictatorships, I'd give Anytime Fitness a big miss.
They don't care about the members, unless...
Unless they don't like you.
Zac Martin's suspension of disbelief is convincing.
I had returned Ahkmid's Tunes, worth $19.99.
I sent them to my club.
Malaga.
If you spend more time at another club, your membership gets transferred.
The owner told me she had not received a cent from my membership.
She should have control of it.
She also said she'd just take out what I owe for Ahkmid's Tunes from my membership.
The irony was, that the headset was stolen from my broken-down car.
Probably the deadbeat cripple. Yes, Zac, this falls under the Disability Slur act.
So I had to purchase another pair.
Also Zac has my membership.
And my work boots.
And I had a $2500 ebike stolen while trying to deal with the mob rules.
And a few laptops.
But the owner just ignores that.
It doesn't fit in with his simplified worldview.
Good, bad.
Grey, nope, black, yes, white, of course.
Zac is making this up as he goes along.
He knows he can get away with it.
It's his right as a franchise owner.
Just read their terms and conditions.
You'll realise they take no responsibility for anything unless of course, it serves their purpose.
I'm blocked now. The police offered me an escort into the club to get my key and possessions.
They know the story.
The real story.
Hearsay and falsehoods don't cut the grade in the police force.
'Well luckily for us,' says Zac, 'we are in the Fitness Industry.
It's the only industry you can charge an 8-month pregnant Fitness Instructor $500 a week, for her to have the right to train members.
Go figger, Zacharia Martin.
Not just a pretty face...
And if you don't believe me, then read their terms and conditions, ripped off from 101 Con-artist Manual.
If your Membership is transferred to another Club, your Fees, including
any ongoing Membership Fees, may be varied to reflect the Fees
applicable in the other Club.
Zac interpreted that as stealing my Membership and banning me Nationwide.
Now that's asswipe material. And not fair on the club I was transferred to, weeks prior to this indictment against the principle of being innocent until proven guilty. Goodbye Western democracy, and hello gulags.
