The gym would be great if it weren’t for the locker room.
So here’s a story.
One day, I’m finishing up my daily 45 minute workout, and I head into the locker room to clean up and change. If I can avoid it, I don’t talk to or look at anyone. I try to be a fly on the wall, get in, and get out. Mens’ locker rooms are gross places; not that they’re particularly uncleanly, the people are just way too liberal with flopping their junk around.
Anyway, I’m getting dressed, and there’s a guy on the other side of a division who visits a urinal and then proceeds to wash his hands. Everything to that point was incidental; people use the bathroom and wash their hands all the time. It was completely unremarkable except for what happened afterward.
All of a sudden, I hear the water stop, the Xlerator hand drying system activate, and a man screaming at the top of his lungs.
So another dude in the locker room and I run around the division to make sure this guy is alright. He’s still screaming by the time we get there, mind you.
What we see is just a guy drying his hands, and when the air flow stops, he says to us, “why do these have to be so strong?”
Now, I’ll be the first to agree that the power in those things is a little ridiculous, and if you’ve ever used the ones that direct to the ground instead of to a counter, all those really accomplish is taking water from your hands and getting it onto your shoes and pants.
I totally get it.
But did this old dude really need to scream as if someone had just clubbed him in the kneecaps?
I really should just mind my own business from now on and not be concerned about other people, especially in gym locker rooms.