Gym Tales

I dropped my 32 oz. blueberry shake in the gym today. It tumbled out of my locker and onto the floor - splashing purple goo everywhere. One man to my left was cordial enough to offer me a towel as I scrambled to minimize the damage. But another to my right, who had just arrived, decided to continue unpacking and undressing even though I was trying to clean up the mess right under his feet. I'd hate for my faux paux to inconvenience him.