The Lesson: The folks who purchase towels for the gym have a sick sense of humor.
The first time I took a towel, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Now I know all too well.
The folks in charge of supplying gym members with towels apparently got together and decided that instead of hooking us up with real, adult-sized towels it’d be far more amusing to give us all hand-towels.
Heck, hand-towels is probably giving them a lot of credit. These things are more like handkerchiefs.
Overly starched, scratchy handkerchiefs.
These things don’t have enough fabric to hide Benny or the Jets (or any other generic, yet witty, nickname for male genitalia you may prefer). Yet they insist on handing us one of these like it’ll be all the towel we’ll ever need.
The worst part is if you’re in need of a second towel–you know, because you’re not a six-year old–they charge you another $5 on top of your gym membership.
It may be a steep price to pay for the right to borrow an extra towel, but I’ve determined that in the long run it’s well worth it to keep even a minor sense of privacy when wandering to and from the shower.