The YMCA located close to where I work was recently remodeled.  New basketball courts, exercise studios, and opening earlier this week, locker rooms.

The new locker rooms are spacious and functional.  Everything you would want in an area, where you rush to change clothes around strangers of the same sex.

Today, I went to the gym over lunch.  I ran on the treadmill and when I was finished, I went to shower up in the newly remodeled locker room.

All was normal.  I toweled off.  Got dressed.  Tried to look buff, but not like I was trying to look buff.  All the appropriate gym type activities.

Hoping to dry off my hair, I spotted a hand dryer mounted unusually high on the wall.  I would guess that it was about five feet off the ground.  There was another hand dryer mounted at “child height” right next to it.  Since my old gym had a “up high” hand dryer that was used for drying hair, I figured that was the case with this one, too.

Getting closer, there was something slightly wrong.  The five foot high hand dryer was set into the wall, instead of sticking out.  I shrugged my shoulders and figured that it was a design flaw.  I triggered the dryer with my hands and stuck my head into the wall.  It was a tight fit, but still functional.  Also, while I was in the dryer, I could not turn my head.  I needed to pull my head out of the wall and reinsert it to dry the other side.  Odd, but whatever.

Then two buff dad types, who I imagined just took their kids to the pool for a morning of fun (buff and good fathers at the same time, ugh, why must they torment me), walked by and gave me a “What the Hell is wrong with this guy?” look.  What?  Was something wrong?  With the hair dryer?  With me?

I looked around and was suddenly sad.  There by the sinks was an actual hair dryer.  Not a hand dryer located higher than usual on the wall, but an actual hair dryer, intended for actual hair and not hands.

Next up, I shall use the hair dryer to dry off my hands and then the buff dads will just think that I am “Opposite Guy.”  That or just a damn fool.  Either way, I went to the gym over lunch and that should count for something.