naked at work
It’s now become a ritual. I enter my building here in downtown Chicago holding my helmet, my backpack, and sometimes my bike seat. I ride the elevator up to the floor where I work and head right to the bathroom to change.
My new friend is the handicapped stall.
It’s roomy. There’s loads of space to unpack my fresh clothes and pack up the sweaty stuff. Plus, the assist bars make a great place to hang things. Who wants to put on a pair of clean underwear that were just lying on the bathroom floor at work? Eww.
However, the oddest thing struck me this morning. There I was, removing my manties to exchange them for a fresh pair (my taint sweats like you would NOT believe) and I realized I was buck naked at work. I froze like a deer in the headlights.
OK, maybe I had socks on. But nothing else.
This isn’t a new thing. I’ve been changing at work for the last three weeks, and will continue to do so. But today for some reason I kind of stepped outside the situation and really saw what was going on; Me, standing there naked (with socks) in a handicapped stall at work.
What I’m doing isn’t perverse. It’s perfectly normal for bike riders to do such things, and I’ve seen a dozen websites where people say the same thing; bring a change or two of clothes to work and change out of your riding gear into the fresh clothes in the bathroom.
Nonetheless, it still strikes me as odd.