Lessons in the locker room

The lock that I use at the gym hadn't been quite the same since I immersed it in water last week in an attempt to wash off some of the liquid soap that had exploded in my bag. It has a tendency to stick, but I hadn't had a problem with it until this morning.

I'd just gotten out of the shower and I thought everything was peaches and cream until I tried to get into my locker. The lock was half open, but stuck because I got it wet last week. That was the perfect time for it to stick like that. I tried desperately to get the lock to open by pulling it, but I couldn't get a firm grip.

At one point, I decided to use my body weight to try to force the lock open. I wrap my hand through the lock and use all of my core strength (thanks, yoga!) to balance and hang on to the lock. Just then, my towel starts to slip off because it's one of those shortie towels that you have in your towel repertoire but are too cheap to throw away. A man walked past me and stared at the weirdness of a naked boy dangling from his lock, reaching for a towel that's falling off of him.

I needed something to grip onto the lock so I could pull it without slipping, so I decided to look around for a piece of wire. I know from experience that people love to throw junk on top of the lockers, so I reached up and found a wire hanger. Channeling my inner MacGyver, I used it to pull my lock open. I was so relieved.

These zany situations only happen to me. I kind of felt like Teri Hatcher in Desperate Housewives for a minute as that age old saying popped into my head:

Why put off tomorrow what you can do today?

I knew that the lock would eventually stick to the point where it would become unusable, but I was too lazy to buy another one. Today's naked locker room romp was a prime example of what happens when you put something off. Fate steps in and makes things totally embarrassing for you at the worst possible time.