There's something about old men, nudity and locker rooms. I don't know what it is. It cannot be explained.
I was at the Y
the other day getting ready to go swimming when I accidentally noticed
a naked old man. This is nothing new...naked, I mean...or old. But
this time it was too much. Way too much.
He had his back to the locker room, foot on a chair and was bent over clipping his toenails. My eyes! My eyes!
Are they
completely oblivious to the rest of the world? Do they really no
longer care? Is that even possible? It's a very difficult concept for
me to grasp. How can a person possibly get to a point in their life
where they either don't notice or don't care that everyone in the
locker room just got a glimpse of their tailpipe?
This had me thinking: maybe they truly do not realize what they're doing, so
I came up with a good rule of thumb. If you're in a locker room - or
let's say, public - and you're in a position where someone else can see
the back of your boys, you're doing something that requires underwear.
It's that simple. Put your underwear on, THEN clip your toenails.
Or better yet, put your underwear on and clip your toenails at home.
More artwork by Courtney. She had a hard time drawing hair on my head
so I put my watermelon helmet on. I'm not crying, my eyes are bleeding....
and the actual toenail may have been green like the one in the picture.
A few months ago I was in the locker room changing into my swimsuit.
There was a naked, old man sitting on a towel on the bench clipping his
toenails. Little white elephant tusks flinging around the locker
room...disgusting. Then he slipped on his underwear and stood up to
pull them up and the towel he was sitting on was stuck between his
cheeks. He was attempting to grab the towel to free it from his butt,
but he couldn't reach and with his underwear around his knees I was
afraid he may fall. What I saw was a man in need and a situation I
wanted no part of. I've never changed and exited a locker room so
quickly.
When I swam at the high school, there was a chubby, little kid that used to
eat pretzels in the shower (I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's
true). Have you ever seen a bloated, water-soaked pretzel sitting on
the shower floor? It's pretty disgusting, but not as bad as a
bent-over naked old man. I'm pretty sure switching to the Y was a step
in the wrong direction. If only the hours at the high school were as
good as the Y. If only....
My blog: http://ironmike08.blogspot.com
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