The first week that I moved into my new apartment, my entire workout schedule got thrown off. Usually when I need to work out the most, I'm the most anxious and cranky (and thus, least likely to actually go). One night, around 10:30 p.m., The Lawyer convinced me to finally go to the on-property workout room and to run for at least 15 minutes.
The recreation clubhouse was totally empty when I went and although I'm from the overly cautious school of preparedness, I consoled myself with the fact that the entire workout room has very large windows. The building is also well lit inside, meaning that most of the other apartments can see right into the workout room at night.
Afterwards, I had the following conversation with The Lawyer:
Me: So, I felt pretty safe knowing that the workout room faces the courtyard and all those apartments.
Him: Yeah, I know. I came and checked on you about 30 minutes ago, but you didn't know. I stood in the courtyard and could see you.
Me: Cool! So, see! Totally safe! I mean, no one could come in there and like, murder me. So many people can see what's going on! Haha...
Him: No, you're definitely safe inside. The problem is when someone is watching that pretty young girl who lives alone and works out late at night, and then, they can see exactly when she leaves or what apartment she goes into. Then, they can just jump out of the bushes or from the darkness and kill you there.
Me: [Stunned silence.] Umm...what?
Him: Not that that would happen! You were safe! I checked on you!
And, guess who will never be using that workout room at night ever, ever, ever again?