Greggs Pasty

The other day this rather undisciplined lump dragged his fat, sweaty carcass to Pure Gym. Judging by my diet, weight and poor attendance, it’s fair to say I’m not the most dedicated of physical specimens. However, attend I did.

It always bothers me why there are often flights of stairs to gyms. I feel my exercise has already been completed by the time I’ve reached the summit of the stairs.

On this occasion, I felt like I had somehow been rewarded. I entered the locker room and in opening the first locker I was drawn to, I was greeted with a Gregg’s pasty.

This threw up a wealth of dilemmas. Firstly, what filling was in the pasty? Secondly, how fresh was it?

I was so tempted by this freebee. I would get to eat a free pasty without having to pay for it. But I didn’t eat it and never found out what lied inside that lovely pastry. My sense of morality had kicked it.

What if the person who bought it, came back to claim it and then witnessed me devouring his purchase in front of him?

How long had the pasty been there and would it make me ill?

But more importantly, I was at the gym to get fit and all I could think about was to eat some stale pasty without knowing of the filling.

Hmmm.... looked tasty though.

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