They are not there.
The cleaning lady in the locker room, looks at me, and says "Oooooooooh, was that your ring?"
Yes, that's why I am a hot sweaty mess, near tears, standing in the gym locker room, twenty minutes after it closed. I nod. She tells me she found them, took them to the manager who would keep them in the safe. Her name is Molly and I gave her a hug.
So I call this morning at 6:30AM and tell the story to the manager who says "hold on", comes back 5 minutes later and tells me it's not in the safe and he has to "investigate" what happened.
Omigod i can't even take it.
He calls back and says "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but no one has any idea what you are talking about."
My response: "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? Are you serious?"
His response: "Just kidding! The night manager has it. Her name is Asia, she'll be here at 5."
So I found Asia and picked up my rings after work. She got a hug too. I still felt like a dillhole, albeit a relieved one. And I'll never take my rings off in public again.
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