Charting the course of a life that has (d)evolved from trendy Manhattan bistros to Chuck E. Cheese.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Dude, Where's My Towel?

I joined a new gym in downtown Denver today, and worked out there the first time this morning before work.

Now here's something I don't really "get"...why do so many men in the locker room prefer to walk around buck naked versus wrapping a towel around their waists? Now, I'm not particularly shy or easily embarrassed or prudish in any way, shape or form, so this isn't a question of modesty. I'm genuinely interested in why a large percentage of mostly dumpy looking guys would prefer to stroll around completely naked.

My first thought was that since many of the men had a substatial spare tire, that the towels might not have fit. But for a gym, the towels are very generously sized, and would most certainly fit around their waists. No, this is a preference.

And don't get me wrong...this isn't simply a case of a standing in front of their lockers naked while they get ready to change. I'm talking about well after their shower continuing to stroll around bare assed. Brushing their teeth (way too much jiggling, by the way), drying their hair (thankfully only the hair on their heads) and bending over the water fountain for a sip (just flat out wrong -- I don't need to see someone's cornhole like that).

I'm happy everyone is so comfortable, but I think we could all benefit from some common courtesy.

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