The locker room of the fitness center we joined is tiny. There are 40 lockers crammed in an area that is 5 feet wide and 15 feet long. It is becoming increasingly difficult to turn around while changing and avoid brushing against someone's peen.
Protocol for entering the fitness center is to grab one of the communal uniforms from the shelf on the left (green/blue polyester shirt, XXL shorts which almost reach mid-thigh), and turn to the right to hand your ID card to the employee.
In exchange of your card, the employee will hand you 2 small towels that are about the size of a tissue (the idea is that one is for drying yourself out of the shower and the other to be used during your workout, but this isn't nearly enough towel for the way I sweat so I double up on shower tissue towel and use improvised sweat mopping techniques during the workout) as well as a key that corresponds with one of the 40 lockers.
I never fail to receive a key to the locker that is either a)sandwiched between 2 old naked dudes or b)right next to the curtain that separates the locker room from the main workout area.
The problem is that if you receive the key to the locker that is located next to the curtain, it is inevitable that the next person will come ripping into the pint-sized locker room at the exact moment your pants and underwear are at your ankles, leaving your peen exposed to old women riding the stationary bike a mere medicine ball heave away.
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