Lateshoes

Since September I’ve been going to the (gag) (cough) gym. A lot. Like on the regular and it’s weird. I don’t love it and if I were tiny and naturally healthy-ish, the gym could suck sweaty balls – but, that not being the case, I’ve learned to embrace it.

Embrace may be strong, but I’ve definitely gotten used to it and I definitely like feeling stronger and like my heart isn’t going to explode when I walk up 3 flights of stairs.

All that said, today I experienced something that can only be described with horror and dismay. While changing in the locker room I saw something I can never unsee. I saw an elderly woman’s hoo-ha in unparalleled detail. She took off her pants and plopped down on a stool in front of me. Wha? Wha??! Why? Why did she put her nekkid, sweaty fanny on the stool and why did she try to carry on a conversation with me with her vag in my face?

It was kind of surreal.

I kind of want to draw you a picture, but Angie asked me not to.

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