Friday, September 25, 2009

Moon Shots

There was a time when 3 or 4 of our aging basketball buddies would play raquetball.

The site was a Jeffco rec bldg. We clocked in the 8 AM Sunday slot and had to finish at 9. Court times were not staggered so up to 24 guys were changing clothes, showering, dressing, etc. at the top of the hour.

There were only four shower heads so a maximum of eight could shower at one time, doe-si-doe, soap then rinse. Most everyone was a stranger so there was no shower room goose talk.

The locker area was also spartan.

Two rows of tiny lockers and a single bench between.

Wet, sloppy floors.

Jim solved the dilemma.

He would exit the shower with his towel, climb up on the solo bench, keeping his feet out of the muck, then--butt naked--would bend over and start wiping around.

Within moments the room was clear.


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