Village People... kiss mine.

So, I went to the YMCA today (from now on referred to simply as "the Y"). As I meandered thru the building, two things popped into my head; one, how easy it would have been, to not pay for a membership, and just walk in... I got all the way to the pool, no questions asked. After I was over that, it left room in my brain for a second thought. I started to remember my childhood days, goin' to the Massillon 'Y' with my brothers. They were Lifeguards, and had free memberships, so, they got me into the locker-rooms. Why would I want to go into the locker-rooms, you ask? Well, one reason and one reason only. T.V. After a while, the excitement of watching other people play 'Spy Hunter' wore off, and swimming every other day wasn't so appealing, so...T.V. The only problem with watching T.V. at the Y was... Naked men. No, no, no, we weren't watching porn or anything... It's just that it was a locker room, and after a certain age (it seemed to be 40) men have no reservations about congregating and sitting around naked watching football, or The Rockford Files. See, it was a fancy locker-room, and when you walked in, there was the T.V. area, kinda set up like a country club. At least, like the country club from Caddyshack. There were several leather chairs and couches, and the lights were low, so you could see the tube better. There was also a little candy machine in the corner, full of beer nuts. 'Cause guys like that sorta thing. But there was always, always some wrinkly old man sitting in one of the leather chairs, wearing socks and a smile. You always had to watch talking to this guy. He might be one to talk with you more later. Some guys are really talkative, and after you're done swimming or whatever, they may find you changing on the bench, and stop on by. Always, always, the 'friendly guy' comes on over, and puts one of his feet on the bench, so he can lean on it and 'shoot the breeze'. This gives you an ample view of his wrinkly little... ankle. Nobody wants that. Nobody. So, those were my memories of the Y. Reminiscing about those good times, made me kinda second-guess my new Y membership. Luckily, there wasn't a whole lotta people in the locker-room, and the ones who were seemed more concerned about changing, than talking about the big game with me. I finally got to the pool, which was rather small, only four lanes wide, whereas, the Massillon Y was six or eight lanes. No, biggie, there was only two other people in the pool, and neither were doing laps, or even actively swimming. There was one fairly portly man, floating around on a pool noodle... The entire time I was there. And some old lady talking to the Lifeguard. I did my laps and went on my way. All in all, a good Y experience. Even tho' there were no beer nuts.