Getting Ripped Out

I joined another gym since my work pays for it. Including my sweetheart deal at the climbing gym, I now belong to two gyms. Looking at me, most people would guess that I didn't belong to any. When I joined this new one, they insisted that I have a session with a personal trainer. It seems like a hustle to me. I made sure that I wouldn't have to pay for it, but I've mentally prepared myself for a one-hour sales pitch about buying training sessions. Are you supposed to tip these trainers? I might just bring him some homemade baked goods as a kind gesture instead.

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