Creatures of habit

I know I shouldn’t complain but I figure that that is one reason for keeping a journal. Also, if I can’t get this to connect with Facebook again, then the only people reading it (apart from me) will be spam bots, so it doesn’t really matter anyway [sound of crickets chirping in the wilderness]. I should note as well that I do in fact moan a lot on this blog so this entire intro is pretty redundant really.

Starting again…

This morning in the gym I was once more faced with the type of inconsiderate behaviour that seems to be inherent in humanity.

While the changing room at the gym is fine and there appears to be plenty of room, the benches in front of the lockers are not that generous in area. Add to this the fact that after your shower you need to unpack your clean clothes then replace them with your gym clothes and you merely exacerbate the space allowed. Normally this isn’t a problem because it’s generally just me (and sometimes the bald headed swimmer who rushes about on the other side of the changing room).

So there I am, following my shower, having unpacked the locker onto the bench, about to start dressing when this chap comes in and decides the only locker in the entire room he could use was the one right next to the one I was using. He then proceeded to change into his work out gear.

I could have said something but there seemed little point given I was standing right there, in his way. I merely slid my stuff along the bench a bit and continued getting dressed.

Clearly this guy always uses the same locker and there was no way he was going to be denied this tiny bit of real estate that he regarded as his own.

Moan over.

Today was spent cleaning the flat as Mirinda had book group. The trip up and back was perfectly fine as was the cleaning.