This week the great TC from T-Nation takes you through his Glitter Gym in San Diego. He doesn’t name the gym, but I believe it is in La Jolla. If you can get past the blinding gold text on black background, the article is titled Where it Rains Doughnuts and Boobs.
One of his stories was frighteningly similar to one of mine. From Tales From the Glitter Gym – Locker Room Edition:
Thats a Hand Dryer! – You may never forget to bring your own towel to the gym after hearing this tale. When I entered the locker room, I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye some dude drying his hands at the hand dryer.
When I exited the locker room, I saw what he really was doing.
He was standing on his tip toes and positioning his junk up to the dryer. After leaving the shower, he didnt have a towel so he was aiming the hand dryer at every part of his wet body. I got the hell out of there before he turned around to dry his backside.
From TC’s article this morning:
Don’t Hair-Dry Your Balls. Why can’t I walk into the locker room of my gym without being greeted by the sight of some old bastard, one foot on top of the counter, crotch spread wide like a model in a Hustler photo shoot, using a portable hair dryer on his balls? It’s ghastly. Not only that, it makes the room smell like the cheddar-cheese covered popcorn my Nana used to make on her old potbelly stove and it makes me feel nostalgic and sad.
Use a towel on your nads, or maybe do a little manscaping, for Chrissake. Less hair would allow you to dry faster, possibly saving others from having that terrible vision loaded forever onto their mental hard drive.
This is common? Oh no.
TC is a great writer. I’ve been reading him for over a decade. It is sad that his phenomenal web site has such a hideous web design. TC, if you are reading this post, imagine your writing on a clean readable site like the WSJ or Mike Industries.