But some of the stuff I’ve seen… I really, really wish I hadn’t.
Point and case;
- Too many (disturbing) full-back tattoos. The most memorable being a glorious young woman with a body to die for, and a picture of the Cheshire Cat from the base of her shoulder blades to the top of her butt crack. I don’t understand.
- A woman has come up to me in the changing room and declared that she loved my boobs – that it was like they were smiling right at her. I remember writing about it on here, but I can’t find the post. A million telepathic ‘yay!’ points to anyone who finds it and pops the link in the comments 🙂
- At a swimming pool in Napier, one woman sat in the steam room (technically not a changing room I know) without a towel and, well, relieved herself on the bench for all to see. And kept sitting in it. Ew.
- I’ve walked into a changing room to find a woman sitting bare-a*sed on the floor, legs apart, and stretching. Like a car crash, I couldn’t look away.
And – last but not least –
How do your experiences compare?
Share your stories in the comments!
…and stay tuned for the next post – on changing room etiquette.