Don’t forget your towel

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Don't-Panic-iPhoneOf course I completely and totally managed to forget my towel today.

Two weeks after getting a Fitbit for Father’s day, and after a long weekend of not-so-healthy eating, I decided that today was the day to get back on track as regards to my health. Plus I had finished the little programming project I’d been working on during my lunch breaks.

So shortly before lunch I slip on the workout shoes that I keep under my desk and grab my gym bag… really more of a tote. It feels lighter than normal but I check that there is a full compliment of clothes, plus I have my iPod full of D&D podcasts to listen to. I am good to go.

As you can probably tell from the title of this article, I am not at all ready to go.

Thirty minutes on the elliptical later, I head for the showers. I grab my stuff at which point it dawns on me that I don’t have my towel with me. I could trudge my way back to my desk in my gym clothes to see if it is there but that involves taking the hot mess that is me in front of the main conference rooms where we see outside vendors and clients… yeah. No.

Genius that I am, I decide on the much more reasonable plan of making due with paper towels and the hair dryer. There is nobody in the locker room and there weren’t any other men workout out when I was done. Plan firmly in mind, I hop in the shower.

*ca-chunk*

The door to the locker room opens up. Someone has arrived and is likely getting changed for a workout. I can wait him out. No problem.

*ca-chunk*

Well, that was faster than I expected.

“HEY! Haven’t seen you in AGES!”

Yes, a grand reunion is taking place. Can I wait them out? I glance down and notice that the water in the shower I’ve chosen is rising dangerously high for a standing shower stall. Guess it must be a little clogged.

In the end, I decide to instead make a lot of noise getting out of the shower just to remind them that I’m there. Doesn’t really help and by the time I’m done with the blow dryer two more people have wandered by. I ended up skipping the paper towel as that was just a little too much for an audience.

Back at my desk I discovered that yes, the towel was hanging up right behind my emergency sweatshirt.