Monday, June 2
We have family visiting this week. For some reason, while sitting on Grandpa's lap, Sarah piped up (out of no where) saying, "I cry at the 'Y'". She had emotional baggage that she apparently felt he needed to know. That is not what this post is about, but it is true; she does cry at the YMCA.
Every time I say, "Who wants to go to the Y?" Sarah dances and cheers and runs to get her shoes. She tells me how excited she is to go play with the toys and pretend to cook me food.
And then she gets there.
The moment I turn to walk away, she cries a loud cry of distress. Each time, I have to pause and be sure she isn't physically hurt. But no. She just doesn't want me to leave. I'm not big on torturing kids, but I know that she really does like to go. So we keep going back. I am always able to talk her down and the boys help distract her and she's fine. But since she brought this up out of the blue, now I'm wondering if it's such a good idea to keep trying.
But still, that's not what this post is about.
This is about my YMCA experience this evening. It was pouring rain, and I took clothes to change into for the first time tonight, so I wouldn't have to work out soaking wet. I changed in the locker room located at the back of the restroom, left my clothes laying on a bench, and used the restroom on my way out. While there, I noticed that there were no trash cans in the stall. Wow! What an oversight! I decided I'd need to tell the manager, since, being a guy, he must not have realized the importance of such a thing to us gals. But I wasn't in need of a trash can and it slipped my mind as I went to work out. WooHoo! I made it up to 20 min. on the elliptical. When I started a few weeks ago, I couldn't do it more than 5 minutes! I did some strength training and then left to go change back to my regular clothes since we still had some shopping to do.
While changing, I heard someone come in to use the restroom. Lots of shuffling around. And then -
I heard him clear his throat.
I was nekked in the men's locker room.
That's why there were no trash cans!
I dressed and walked through, eyes averted, while apologizing profusely.
He was very gracious, which made it very easy to laugh at myself for the rest of the evening without feeling too bad. If I had embarrassed him, it would have made it much, much worse.
So, how 'bout you? What was your evening like? Anyone else blindly walk by urinals without noticing them?