Tales From the Gym – The Society of Random Picnickers II

March 30th, 2007

The showers in my gym all have doors – save one. It’s at the end of a row, and since it’s set deeply into the wall, offers semi-privacy. As I was entering the shower next door, I caught a brief glimpse of an arm – just an arm – as it swept through an arc. At the end of the arm was a hand… holding a half-eaten pickle.

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