I've been a fool

OK, how long have I been coming here? Years. Sweating and hitting tennis balls and swimming laps and steamily slogging through buckets of golf balls in 90+ degree weather.  And right next to the courts, I've discovered, is a refreshing spa, filled with showers and jacuzzis and saunas and steam rooms and clean, fluffy towels and bathing sandals and lockers and -when all is done- a dimly-lit,soft-music-infused comfy room with a fireplace, beverages, and bowls of fruit. It certainly makes staggering in off of the courts a  more soothing proposition.

Why the hell didn't I notice this before? All this time I've been using a much crappier locker room next to the pool. Our perq's are few, but they're not that bad, it turns out...