We Won’t Be Shaking Hands
Yesterday I learned more about one of the guys at the gym then I wanted to know. Here is the scene.
I walk into the locker room and head to the bathroom. As I enter the room I see “Tom” walk out of a stall. He is barefoot and completely naked. Apparently he doesn’t worry about athletes foot, but why should he.
Within moments of leaving the stall he manages to pick his nose, scratch his tuchus and then stick his hand out in greeting.
I look at him and tell him that it is nothing personal, but I’d rather he wash his hands first. But what I really am thinking is that if he ever invites me over to dinner I am going to be busy that day.
I am not easily grossed out, but that whole scene was bad.