This week is one of those missionless ones that I had to endure in order to get to the next week, that is hopefully going to be more rosy and full of excitements (at work I mean). When things are so dull at work, gym time is the only highlight of the day. Not that I enjoy working out among the gays there, it’s just that sometimes, listening (or is it eavesdropping?) to these Mat Lembuts is quite entertaining. Some of them are straight but metrosexual, some are obviously gays. By the way, I did the ‘How gay are you?’ test at Gayometer (http://www.channel4.com/life/microsites/G/gayometer/gayometer.html) and the result was, I’m 66% gay. Damn! I never realized that. Should I tell my mom? Hmmm… maybe not. She’s too conservative. Hahahaha…
What else is interesting at the gym? The changing room… of course. Did I ever tell you about the Makcik and her magic flying bra? That Makcik is a regular there; looks cool and very friendly. She’s so comfortable with the other regulars that she’d always change her cloth in front of everybody. One fine afternoon, she was in a rush to catch the next group class. When she was changing into her sports bra, she pulled out her bra over her head in a hurry; as a result, the black lacy thing flew across the room and landed on the bench I was sitting on. I kept a straight face and said to myself, ‘I’m not going to pick that up, ok!’ So, the Makcik was stunned for a while and her eyes went wild searching for her undergarment that has flown away. Then she saw it. ‘Oh ho… there’s my bra!’ She approached my bench and picked her bra up, so naturally! It was my turn to be stunned. She hasn’t had her sports bra on yet, then. Argh… I leave the rest to your imagination.
Oh, there was another snapped bra incident where everybody in the changing room just kept silent and pretended not watching or listening to the poor lady. She was cursing with multilingual 4 letter words when she couldn’t find a safety pin or brooch as temporary replacement to her broken bra hooks. I could imagine her frustration then. She just came out of shower and took out her party blouse and pants (shocking pink, glittering, shining and all). When the bra snapped, I thought she’s going to cry. After a few minutes, she decided to wear her sports bra (yang dah busuk dah basah dengan peluh tu), then put on her party attire. Kesian jugak, but what to do. I couldn’t possibly lend her mine. I wear 38E, okay… and she’s the petite lady who probably wears a 34B.
Well, I have many changing room stories, but it’s 5pm already. Time to hit the gym! Hope everything goes well in the changing room today! Hehehehehe.