So I went to the gym today, and while I was unloading my stuff into a locker I got sucked into the most bizarre conversation with two elderly women. I’m guessing they were in their 70’s?????
I’ve talked before about the hilarity of the old ladies in the gym locker room. They just stand around naked and exchange recipes, acting like group nudity in the locker room is the new sewing circle. And don’t even get me started on their bizarre habits with the hair dryers. The management at the gym has now put up signs asking that the hair dryers only be used for the hair on your head. I’ll just let that sink in for a second….
Anyway, this older woman was having a conversation with another woman about thong underwear. She was explaining to her friend how she prefers to wear thongs. The other woman was looking at her like she was crazy and basically said, “At our age, why in the hell would want to wear a thong? Aren’t they uncomfortable?” And the other woman is going on and on about how you just get used to the discomfort of it. Then she takes her thong underwear out of her gym bag and starts waving it around and saying, “Look how small they are!” And they were small. They had a small triangle of fabric and basically three strings attached to it. So her friend says, “Why do you even bother to wear underwear then?” And the other woman looks at me and says, “Well, I bet you wear thong underwear?”
So I replied, “Actually, I don’t. I’ve never been comfortable with the general construction of thong underwear, and I don’t care for how they feel. I prefer regular underwear.” And the one woman chimes in, “Me too! I’ll take panty lines any day rather than have a string up my ass!”
(I’m laughing at the absurdity of having this conversation with two seventy + year old ladies.)
At this point, another woman is listening to the conversation as well. The woman who wears the thong continues to chat about her preference of intimate apparel while trying to wrench her sports bra over her head. And then she got stuck. She’s flailing around, her boobies are bouncing back and forth and she’s basically trapped in her sports bra with her arms stuck over her head. So the other lady asks her if she needs help, and the two of them have to wrestle this woman out of her bra.
As I’m leaving the locker room, I said to the fourth woman who is laughing quietly in front of her locker, “You know it’s a bad day when you get trapped in your underwear at the gym and you need to call for an assist.”