Why do old men lose their inhibitions in gym locker rooms? Take an older gentleman who is stern and conservative in any other life situation, and release him to the locker room and watch what happens. Our modest man immediately morphs in to a wrinkled pole dancer.
I’ve been a member of several gyms throughout the course of my life. The one common denominator between all gyms is the prevalence of old, naked dudes parading around the lockers! Now, I’m not some Victorian-era prude that shuns nudity, but when I’m forced to navigate a gauntlet of bushy balls, and graying gorilla guts while coughing on the ever present cloud of Tinactin and baby powder I’ve got to complain somewhere.
It’s not like I want everybody to hide in a corner like an insecure junior high school kid starting puberty, but there is no need for me to be engaged in converation with an old man’s junk as he stands over me while I put my running shoes on! Take a step back, gramps! Put on some shorts before you stand half a foot from my face! Please?