I'm a member of YMCA gym. It's a pretty nice YMCA location IMO. Large pool, tons of machines (never any lines), everything is always being wiped down and clean, and the free weights are always been restacked and cleaned and not just laying on the ground like most 24 Hour Fitness type gyms.
Best part is the locker rooms. Single enclosed shower stalls, hot tub next to the shower area in case you want to get some hot-cold cycles in. Always has a lot of fresh clean towels. It's just a really nice new facility by YMCA standards.
Now for me, I usually bring a towel with me into my shower stall. I shampoo, soap, scrub, etc and then dry off in the stall, and then go to my locker to change into my regular clothes. I'm usually all dried off though by the time I get to my locker. This is normal right? I thought that's how everyone does it. Guess I was wrong...
So yesterday night, as I'm done with my shower, dried off, and my locker is open and I'm changing back to normal clothes. By some stroke of luck this older, portly and round gentleman (probably in his 50s or early 60s) walks into my locker row completely butt nekkid, and his locker is only 1 down from mine (rest of the row is empty). He doesn't seem to have a great grasp of how to maintain personal space as he nearly brushes against me with his wet, hairy, unclothed body. No big deal, I gotta get out of there anyway. Except one thing; this dude is still soaking wet coming from the pool or shower, I don't know which. I mean he is literally dripping a trail of water as he walks and some of my DRY stuff (bag, clothing) is on the ground near my feet. I'm hoping this guy gets a clue and towels off before he soaks my ****.
I thought, "What a weirdo, whatever."
Until he swings around to get something from his locker, and I get sprayed with water sprinkles all over my damn face from the water he has yet to dry off his body. I mumble under my breath, "Dumb ****." as I am slightly annoyed by this fat weirdo but overall I let it slide as he begins to walk away around the corner, almost out of sight.
Then the next thing this fat retard does shocks me. He comes back and literally stands 1 foot away from my face with his junk just hanging out and has his hands on his hips like some Karen and says, "Got a problem buddy?"
Mind you this guy is still soaking wet from the shower, or the pool. So now he's dripping water all over my dry clothes and bag on the ground. My stuff is literally getting soaked by the water dripping off this guys thighs, calves, and possibly his sack. I start getting really pissed off.
So I firmly say, "Hey can you stop acting like a queer, and respect my personal space? I'm have nothing against gay people, but you're starting to **** me off buddy."
I fully expect him to at least acknowledge the "wrong" he is doing to me, but no, this new soft, and coddled, society has created a class of a-hole who doesn't understand the consequences of confrontation and getting punched in the face. He replies, "Do you think you get to use this pod by yourself, and I should wait for you to do whatever? I am a member here as well."
So I firmly, but almost angrily tell him, "I have a problem getting hit in the face with your dirty * shower water. If you don't stop, I'm going to f* up the rest of your night. Your choice."
Now I know I let my emotions get the best of me, but I had it with this guy's attitude. The worst part was I had a fully loaded Glock 43x MOS (my gym gun) in my locker. So if I got into a confrontation with this guy, I could risk not only losing my membership to the gym, but possibly escalating it much further than needed. Not to mention the logistics of having to punch this fat naked twat, and possibly having to wrestle with him while he's naked, and I'm only partially dressed in my boxers and socks. Everything about this situation screams "Nooooo!"
Fortunately, he gets the message, and he smiles and starts cackling like a lunatic which almost made me laugh because of how ridiculous HIS reaction was to the whole situation.
Regardless, I was driving home and thinking, "Am I the weird one here? Did I get pissed off for nothing?" I mean, maybe I should have just gotten dressed more quickly and moved away from him quicker. I don't know. But the whole situation bothered me, but also I had to chuckle at the stupidity of it all.
Best part is the locker rooms. Single enclosed shower stalls, hot tub next to the shower area in case you want to get some hot-cold cycles in. Always has a lot of fresh clean towels. It's just a really nice new facility by YMCA standards.
Now for me, I usually bring a towel with me into my shower stall. I shampoo, soap, scrub, etc and then dry off in the stall, and then go to my locker to change into my regular clothes. I'm usually all dried off though by the time I get to my locker. This is normal right? I thought that's how everyone does it. Guess I was wrong...
So yesterday night, as I'm done with my shower, dried off, and my locker is open and I'm changing back to normal clothes. By some stroke of luck this older, portly and round gentleman (probably in his 50s or early 60s) walks into my locker row completely butt nekkid, and his locker is only 1 down from mine (rest of the row is empty). He doesn't seem to have a great grasp of how to maintain personal space as he nearly brushes against me with his wet, hairy, unclothed body. No big deal, I gotta get out of there anyway. Except one thing; this dude is still soaking wet coming from the pool or shower, I don't know which. I mean he is literally dripping a trail of water as he walks and some of my DRY stuff (bag, clothing) is on the ground near my feet. I'm hoping this guy gets a clue and towels off before he soaks my ****.
I thought, "What a weirdo, whatever."
Until he swings around to get something from his locker, and I get sprayed with water sprinkles all over my damn face from the water he has yet to dry off his body. I mumble under my breath, "Dumb ****." as I am slightly annoyed by this fat weirdo but overall I let it slide as he begins to walk away around the corner, almost out of sight.
Then the next thing this fat retard does shocks me. He comes back and literally stands 1 foot away from my face with his junk just hanging out and has his hands on his hips like some Karen and says, "Got a problem buddy?"
Mind you this guy is still soaking wet from the shower, or the pool. So now he's dripping water all over my dry clothes and bag on the ground. My stuff is literally getting soaked by the water dripping off this guys thighs, calves, and possibly his sack. I start getting really pissed off.
So I firmly say, "Hey can you stop acting like a queer, and respect my personal space? I'm have nothing against gay people, but you're starting to **** me off buddy."
I fully expect him to at least acknowledge the "wrong" he is doing to me, but no, this new soft, and coddled, society has created a class of a-hole who doesn't understand the consequences of confrontation and getting punched in the face. He replies, "Do you think you get to use this pod by yourself, and I should wait for you to do whatever? I am a member here as well."
So I firmly, but almost angrily tell him, "I have a problem getting hit in the face with your dirty * shower water. If you don't stop, I'm going to f* up the rest of your night. Your choice."
Now I know I let my emotions get the best of me, but I had it with this guy's attitude. The worst part was I had a fully loaded Glock 43x MOS (my gym gun) in my locker. So if I got into a confrontation with this guy, I could risk not only losing my membership to the gym, but possibly escalating it much further than needed. Not to mention the logistics of having to punch this fat naked twat, and possibly having to wrestle with him while he's naked, and I'm only partially dressed in my boxers and socks. Everything about this situation screams "Nooooo!"
Fortunately, he gets the message, and he smiles and starts cackling like a lunatic which almost made me laugh because of how ridiculous HIS reaction was to the whole situation.
Regardless, I was driving home and thinking, "Am I the weird one here? Did I get pissed off for nothing?" I mean, maybe I should have just gotten dressed more quickly and moved away from him quicker. I don't know. But the whole situation bothered me, but also I had to chuckle at the stupidity of it all.
