The past few weeks I stroll merrily (ok, blearily) into the gym locker room and toss my duffle onto the bench. After a few rounds on the treadmill, 4 different weight machines, and a quick hop onto the scale (too much pumpkin pie!) I head into the locker room and begin to pull out my toiletries and put them in the shower, turning it on high and letting the steam fill the tiled room.
And every single morning I step into the shower and these goggles are sitting there, staring at me! I don’t know if the gym has installed a pool that no one has told me about, or if someone out there is neurotic about getting water in her eyes, but I think the entire phenomenon is bizarre in the beginning-of-a-David-Lynch-movie sort of way. I’m waiting for the dwarf to show up.
And now I want pie and coffee. Damn.