I go to a Very Nice Gym. We have a Very Nice Locker Room. Still . . . things get a little rough in there.
I have long considered a Blog Theme . . . Heard in the Locker Room. (Because truly unbelievable.) But I've long decided against it. (Because trying to do no harm.)
But, well . . . sometimes you run into something that is just Too Good NOT to Share.
Like . . .
Okay. So here goes.
The Set-up: The women's locker room at my gym is really top-notch. Almost like a spa. We have plenty of locker bays, deluxe showers, towel service, multiple mirrors and sinks, permanent hair dryers, pretty much . . . you name it, we got it. (We also have some issues with "inappropriate nudity.") (Don't ask.)
Still: There are some club members (mostly little girls and awkward adolescents) who are uncomfortable with their bodies, and who choose to (1) dress/undress in the bathroom stalls (which makes me crazy . . . Because, Girls! I need to pee!), and (2) have their mothers and/or grandmothers (heavy emphasis on the grandmothers) build impromptu "towel cabanas" around them while they change in/out of their swimsuits before lessons.
In short: Very ANNOYING.
So. I was especially heartened to hear THIS conversation in the locker room last week:
Mother: Get you suit on.
Little Girl: But I don't want anyone to see my hoohaw.
Mother: No one CARES about your hoohaw. Get your suit on.
Little Girl: Hold up a towel.
Little Girl: But I don't want them looking at my hoohaw.
Mother: No one CARES about your hoohaw.
Little Girl: Moooooom!!!!!
Mother: Look. Everyone in here has a hoohaw of her own. No one cares about YOURS.
Bless you, Mother-of-Hoohaw-Girl! I wish there were more of you.
(Because, really. Your towel-cabanas are silly. No one cares about your hoohaw. And I need to pee.)
Happy Friday, everybody.