Mike and I went to the Y a week or so ago on a Sunday. I swam and Mike did other stuff. Whenever I swim I take into account the post-workout shower and just get ready for the day. So I was getting ready when two women, one literally blind and one figuratively, started banging on the wrong door to get into the pool. I went to help them and when I returned a dude was standing near my locker with one leg out of his pants. We looked at each other while he balanced on one foot and I said, "This is the girl's locker room." He replied, "Too late, pants are off." He put his shorts on and promptly headed out of the locker room.
Thankfully I was totally dressed. Thankfully those two old biddies were gone. Thankfully we both seem to have a good sense of humor. Most thankfully he kept his boxers on the whole time. I kinda felt bad for the guy. He was totally alone until I turned the corner, just getting ready to play some basketball. I even thought to myself, was I in the wrong locker room this whole time? I was not. But he was. And man, oh man. That could've been so much worse. But that much funnier.