I went to grab my iPod from my locker. There was a guy getting undressed that had the locker right next to mine. When I arrived I purposely chose a locker away from the seating in hopes that no one would end up next to me. Sure as shit, I had to deal with a naked guy again. I took what I needed and left.
After my poor excuse for a workout, I returned to the locker room. And what the fuck?! That same motherfucker must've just got out of the shower because I turned the corner just in time to see him bending over to do his combo.
What kind of a strange fate IS this for me? Is part of God's plan for me to put me in awkward situations where I'm either staring at some guys cold clammy ass cheeks or someone's greasy sausage fresh from a session on the treadmill?
You have to realize that the alignment of the planets, every single thing that I did this morning to scratching my itchy anus, to pressing the button on my K-cup coffee maker, to walking in the gym locker room all configured my timing to see this guy butt-naked, twice.
Very odd ... very odd, indeed. ... My destinty is to look at other guys' cocks, balls, and assholes all day long. Maybe I need to change my career choice.
1 comment:
Hahahaha! Fate likes to play random cards sometimes.
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