The Men's Locker Room...

I hate the Men's Locker Room. There's nothing about it I like.

I have no choice though...unless I wanted to go to work smelling like a dog. That's not an option.

There are two particular instances that really have scarred me for life. First, after quickly finishing my shower, I dry off. Well, of course two stalls down this guy finishes as well. Then, he proceeds to rub Noxema all up and down his body. Once done, he goes to his locker, comes around the corner, and stares at me then goes back. All the while, he's got this wierd smile on his face.

The second "happening" was with someone else. He swims in the early afternoon, and I have (unfortunately) been there at the same time. At least THREE times, I've seen him in the locker room, and he sees me. Then he pretends like he's leaving, goes around the corner and mysteriously re-appears. I have come close to just asking him if 1) he is gay and 2) is he checking me out. I could really care less if he is gay or not. I DO NOT like that he eyeballs me while I'm putting my boxers on.

There have been a couple more strange folks around...Shreck, Kung Fu, the "Wrestler", and a few more that haven't earned nicknames.

I hate the locker room.