I feel like I could start a whole new blog detailing awkward moments in gym/sports club locker rooms.
|Clearly, this prude over at PA Notes hasn't been reading my blog.|
As I've mentioned earlier this week, my collection of undies (primarly, but not exclusively, boxers) has been slowly dwindling over the past couple of months. There has been one addition, though. While at Walmart earlier this year picking up some random, cheap supplies, I came across some Batman boxers. Made for men.
This will all start coming together soon. When I work out at the gym, I usually take a shower and change clothes before I go home. Also, like most humans I know, I don't take off my pants and my underwear at the same time. Sometimes, but not usually.
Anyway, on one particular day, I absentmindedly wore my Batman boxers to work out. I just grabbed something and put it on. Skip ahead 90 minutes or so. I pull off my underwear in a room full of naked, loitering men.
BAM! Creepy 26-year-old in children's underwear.
I can't find an ideal representation, so you'll have to merge these pictures in your head:
Is it possible for a grown man to be seen in Batman underwear and not be thought of as a pedophile?
Didn't think so.
I also don't think I'll be getting any babysitting requests from my naked pals at the gym,