The locker room and showers at the gym are fraught with etiquette issues. The people who come in dripping wet and slop water all over the place ― water which will then get your socks wet when you’re getting dressed. The women who set up a bunch of paper towels on a bench to sit on (naked), and then leave them there. The random tissues and papers lying around (Pick it up? Or run away?).
Archive for May, 2009
The day after I posted my last bit about cell phones in the supermarket, a woman complained to me about someone who blabbed on her cell phone while stretching in the gym.
At which point a tall, burly, dandruffy, overfed man walked straight into me. I felt like I had been assaulted. He didn’t blink, turn, apologize, or acknowledge it in any way. His eyes were hostile slits, his face impassive.