I saw THAT GUY today.
For all of the years I've been involved in a fitness center, I've never before seen THAT GUY.
I've only heard about THAT GUY in horror stories on the radio.
Quite thankfully, I've not had any chance encounters with THAT GUY.
THAT GUY is the mens' locker room NAKED GUY.
THAT GUY has been reported to prance around locker rooms naked, towel slung over his shoulder.
THAT GUY has also been reported to dry his bum with the wall-mounted blow dryer, rather than with said-towel that is still slung over his shoulder.
I entered the locker room and NAKED GUY, who had just finished his shower, decided not to towel off in the personal shower stall.
Instead, he decided to do what THAT GUY does best in the general public area.
...And it wasn't pretty.
My inner Arnold yelled, "I'M HIT! GET TO DA' CHOP-AH!"
What I find fascinating, however, is THAT NAKED GUY didn't seem to have a care in the world.
THAT GUY decided to do his shaving and teeth brushing in front of the mirror -- monopolizing all three sinks in the common area, no less -- still as naked as God made him.
NAKED GUY remained unmindful of the world around him.
I wondered if the poor guy was flat broke and couldn't afford any clothing.
I wanted to loan him an extra towel just in case his was too wet to wear.
But for fear of being deemed "under suspicion" just for approaching NAKED GUY, I left him alone in all his self-glory.
I have to add a sidebar "thanks" here. Thankfully, after the Fall, God clothed Adam. I'm not sure I'd want to see THAT ADAM hammering out squats or dead lifts in his man-suit.
THAT GUY is real.
And let's face it, THAT GUY is a real problem.