This is the follow up to a prior post in which I linked to a story I told several months ago.
For those of you who don’t want to listen to the clip here is the short version. It was a Tuesday evening and I had just finished playing basketball and as is my custom I went to the steam room to shvitz for a bit.
After a short while I got up and showered and this is where it gets interesting. As I was walking back to my locker to change into my clothes I had an incident. There was a naked man about ten feet in front of me. Now there is nothing unusual in that, it is a locker room.
The problem was that there was a piece of toilet paper waving behind him. I tried not to stare. I tried not to notice, but it was like a trainwreck and I just couldn’t look away. It wasn’t long enough to be the tail of a kite, but it was enough that I wondered how it was that he was unaware of it.
And then on top of this the juvenile in me started to come up with all sorts of crazy comments. I wanted to go up to him and asked if his butt was French, because it was waving the white flag. There were a host of other thoughts as well, but I’ll save those for now.
As it happened he turned around and saw me. With a warm smile he said hello and it was all I could do to try and stay composed. I wanted to say something, but the question was what. I really didn’t want to embarrass him.
Anyway, that is the short version of the story and with that I bid you good night.