Pet Peeve

A first on occasional rants on pet peeves.

1) NO TALKING TO STRANGERS IN THE LOCKER ROOM!

So I'm done with the tennis match. I've sweated up a storm. I smell. I need a shave. I shower up. I'm happily hunkering down on the bench to dry off and get dressed.

Lady #1 wanders over. Looks up and down at the lockers. I'm clutching a towel over my naughty bits. I try to keep getting dry and dressed, but there is an invasion of personal space. In a locker room this is anything closer than about 5 feet. 4 feet if all parties are dressed. Lady starts to talk.
"Are these the lockers?" she asks? I want to say, no, they are the weight benches or the platypuses or something clever. "Uh huh" I answer, all the while averting my eyes.

"Are they free?"

(shit lady, I'm naked here!) "The one's with the keys are."

"How do they work?"

I grip the towel tightly in my armpit. Open the locker and show her how it works.

"oh, that's cool" and she wanders away.

So, I continue to get dressed. I'm in my jeans and bra. I really prefer to have my Love Handles covered up in public, but Noooooo, Lady #2 has to come on over.

The bench is about 4 feet long. There is only one. She HAS to sit down next to me and start talking about the bench. "won't it be nice when there are more benches?" "Aren't these locker rooms nice?" "Do you play tennis?" (No, lady, the racket is for the bats in the locker room!) I want to scream!

I grunt a few affirmatives and slam the locker and huff off to dry my hair. Hopefully NO one will talk to me there. At least the dryer gives me a chance to feign deafness.

phew, that's off my chest.