A Little Piece

Even a little piece of crap floating around in the pool is enough to give me the willies. You watch it migrate over to the next lane and suddenly you feel MUCH cleaner.

I think there are guys, especially (not to pick on you but hey, it's easy) that come to the Y because they are dirty. I met a friend from work in the lobby on Thursday night as I waited for Gumdrop to arrive for my massage. This friend looked out the front windows as a man was walking in and asked if that was who I was looking for. It was the ugliest, dirtiest, frumpiest old man you've ever seen, carrying a pink gym bag. I laughed - too funny! The thought of him touching anything still makes me slightest queasy.

Like BFUNS who crowded Sharin's lane a few weeks ago. I'm pretty sure he didn't come to swim. He just needed a bath.

Or the rub a dub dub scene this morning in the hot tub. Batman was in there for 90 minutes, clearly taking no heed of the dire warnings of limiting your stay to ten minutes, but so were several other funky looking guys (none died, FYI). They were all in there talking and laughing and, I'll bet you, shampooing and shaving and getting a pedicure at the same time. But there were no floaties when I got in later so I think I was safe from radioactive cooties.

The good weather folks are working out outside again and bringing in lots of crap on their shoes and leaving it all over the floors in the locker room, the mats, and in the showers. Little pieces of mud and things called "plants" and rocks and other unknown bits that really do not make for good adult hygiene in a busy gym. But the Puddle Fairy has at least been nixed by the magical appearance of an actual mop to clean up after herself, but I'm not sure she knows how to use it. She left the puddle and went into the loo. I put the mop up against her locker and made my escape to work. I hope she gets a clue.

The kind of little piece that I need is not in my bed, thanks for offering. I am searching for a little peace. I'm working on it. The cat is better, my blood pressure is down, the weather is lovely and the wine is chilled. Thanks to Gumdrop for helping me relax. I'll try not to let things get too me, including the paper towels someone left inside my locker for me this morning.