Get out of my shower!
I live in Toronto, Canada. It’s winter, which means it’s cold. Not UK cold, but minus 30 degrees cold – the kind of cold that polar bears complain about.
Anyway, I figured that there would a limit to how often I’d want to run the city streets looking like some kind of demented iceman, so I decided to try out a local gym. No problem, I did a vigorous workout messing around on a mat with a large red ball, and then decided that in fairness to Toronto perhaps I ought to take a shower. I headed towards what I thought were communal showers, but I was a bit distracted calculating how long I’d have to diet before I’d have a body like Robert Downey Jr’s (for about 27 years, I worked out).
Now I did think it was a bit odd that the showers were curtained off, but I was in a state of undress, carrying a small bar of soap, so I wasn’t hanging around. I marched straight through the first gap in the curtain… and found myself in a shower cubicle that must have measured 2ft by 2ft, face-to-face with a similarly naked, and frankly rather startled, man. I squawked, he threw his sponge at me, and well… the whole thing was terribly undignified…
Category: Day to Day, Whimsy | Tags: personal 3 comments »
March 2nd, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Very funny!
March 2nd, 2009 at 6:56 pm
Thanks Janice!
March 4th, 2009 at 4:09 am
Why am I not surprised that it happened to you !!!