Every so often things happen that are odd and make me feel uncomfortable. Today, after my lunchtime run, I headed as always to the men's changing rooms. Another guy, also returning from a run, entered the room in front of me. I got nude, grabbed my towel and headed into the leftmost of the three showers. I showered and dried, finishing my drying by opening the door and towelling my feet dry - so I wouldn't walk water to the changing area. Other bloke was standing just to the right of my shower stall, still in his running shorts, towel in hand and flip flops on - thongs in Australian. He waited while I dried my feet and vacated 'my' shower stall. Then he went into it. What was wrong with one of the other two? They were free. As I left I walked pat the showers and glanced into both he'd not chosen t use. In neither did I see cracked tiles, puke or a coiled turd. In fact nothing that would have stopped me from using one of those. Just a little weird.
While on uncomfortable bathroom moments: The intial warmth felt when sitting on an already warm bog seat is a thoroughly unpleasant experience.
And while in the bog. Lots of blokes, when faced with the last vacant urinal or last space at the trough will bypass and head for the stalls. This bugs me. If I am hanging for a dump I don't want to be delayed by some bloke too precious to stand shoulder to shoulder with his fellow man and, lets face facts, simply piss against a wall. It's not like I have the option of shitting in the trough.
And as a general gripe, there is absolutely no need to put the taps on full-bore when washing your hands (don't get me started on those who don't wash their hands.) It is a waste of water, the same water you'll may one day need once to drink. And we think running out of oil is bad, wait until the water is gone.
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