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TIFU by getting locked in the fitness center with my girlfriend.

So my girlfriend (22F) and I (26M) got locked in my apartment complex fitness center. My girlfriend is visiting me in Florida, and I wanted to take her swimming, but the beaches can be crowded, and the fitness center has an outdoor pool. The fitness center is open at 8 am every day, but the main office is closed on weekends, so residents are given a key to the pool and gym.

So we get up and change into our swimsuits; I help my girlfriend put on sunscreen. We got to the fitness center, and the gate to the pool was locked and had a padlock on it. (That should have been my first clue.) I knew we could get in through the fitness center, but I had forgotten the key in my apartment. My girlfriend didn’t want to walk all the way back to my apartment, so she waited while I went and got the key.

When I got back to the center, I first tried the key on the pool gate, which didn’t work, so we went around to the fitness center door. The door wasn’t closed all the way, and we went in. (My girlfriend closed the door behind us.) We went to the door leading out to the pool, and the door wouldn’t open. We tried to go back to the door we entered the first time, but the key wouldn’t work there either. My girlfriend asked if there was anyone I could call, I told her I could try, but no one watches the fitness center on Saturdays. (The complex is short-staffed) I called and didn’t get an answer. My girlfriend then pointed out there was a staff member asleep in the central part of the fitness center. I tried banging on the glass a couple of times, but it didn’t seem to do much, so I went back to keep trying the door. My girlfriend decides to keep knocking on the glass, which works, and the guy wakes up and sees her. I start talking to him through the glass, but he has difficulty hearing me.

Finally, he understands me and goes around to the door leading to the pool. (He doesn’t seem to have a key that works on that door.) He asked me to throw my key under the door, and I was a little confused because I thought the door went all the way to the floor, so I spent a second trying to shove the key under the door sill. My girlfriend laughed a bit and showed me the door wasn’t completely sealed, and there was space between the still and the bottom of the door, so I shoved the key through the space, but, I did not use enough force, and the key got stuck on the sill. (That wasn’t a great feeling.) So the employee is on the ground trying to help me get the key from the sill. My girlfriend joins me on the floor and is helping us. Eventually, the employee is able to get the key unstuck, and after fighting with the lock a bit, he is able to let us out.

My girlfriend keeps thanking him and apologizing, she didn’t like waking him up. The employee leads us into the central part of the fitness center and lets us out the side door. My girlfriend laughed all the way back to my apartment, saying how funny that was. I apologized a few times because I knew she wanted to go swimming. She laughed and said she had fun. We both showered when we got back and decided to watch Netflix.

TLDR: Tried to take my girlfriend swimming, but got locked in the fitness center due to a malfunctioning key

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