I really feel like the content of this post warrants 72-point font in all caps to fully convey the degree of my flabbergastery, but I don’t want to offend your eyes, so maybe you can just picture it that way.
So, I’m in my gym’s locker room, minding my own business, getting dressed after my swim. And this lady a few lockers down has the nerve to say to me, “they have changing rooms in here, you know.”
YES I AM SERIOUS.
For a second…okay probably like five seconds, I was too shocked to even speak. I think I actually looked around, like, am I really hearing this? Finally (and I am so proud of this), I said, “If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to watch.” She said that was not the point.
What WAS the point then, exactly?
I didn’t ask because I didn’t really feel like getting into a naked fight in the locker room of my gym (as much as that outcome would have caused my blog traffic to SKYROCKET).
But really, what the hell?
For the record? I’ve never actually seen anyone using those changing stalls in the locker room. (I mentioned once how they have separate family locker rooms for anyone under 18, and I’ve found that most adults are unfazed by any level of nudity.) And my husband said they don’t even have changing stalls in the mens’ locker room.
Anyway, I don’t really know where I’m going with this except that I really hope I see her again: I’m going to ask her if she thinks this freckle on my ass looks like skin cancer.