I impressed a guy as we were getting out of the hot tub at the Y yesterday. What can I say–sometimes things just fall out that way…
I had had a decent little workout, short but with moderately heavy weights–just for the heck of it; I had had a much more intense, complete heavy workout with my bro up in DC on Saturday. So Sunday I hadn’t been thinking of doing anything at all, other than steam and jacuzzi.
But it’s hard to go to the gym and not hit some weights, so that’s what I did. Then went to the ‘cuzzi, of course. After I’d been in a while a dude came in and we started talking. He was a talkative fellow, and thought he had met me before–maybe so; I don’t wear my glasses in the wet parts of the locker room, so I couldn’t tell.
But it turns out he is the CEO of the local area YMCAs, and he goes to this one often, ‘coz he lives just down the road. So I told him how cool it was to have the jacuzzi and such, and as we were getting out to go do different stuff (I went to the steam room, I don’t know where he went–showers I suppose), I dropped a suggestion on him.
“More towel hooks,” says I. Which was perfectly timed, because there were none handy and he had his emplaced on the arm of a bench nearby. He looks around and says something like, “You’re absolutely right! We DO need some out here, and I’ll get them to put them in here in a couple of days.”
Which I thought was cool, though I, for the life of me, can’t figure out why I seem to be the only person who’s thought of this. I mean, even before the jacuzzi, there was a need for towel hooks over by the sauna and steam room. Ah, well… at least he wasn’t… (wait for it)–steamed–by some interloper interjecting his thoughts out of the blue like that.