"You're really flexible," the random woman at the gym tells me. She's cornered me in the locker room.
I clutch my towel, making sure it's on tight. I try to stare directly at her eyes as I notice she seems to be missing a towel of her own.
"I'm sorry?" I say.
"I saw how you lifted your leg up really high. It was pretty impressive."
What the hell is she talking about?
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"In the shower. You lifted your leg."
"You mean when I was washing my feet?"
"Oh, is that were you were doing? I can't reach my feet so I don't wash them."
I'm grossed out and then it hits me, "Wait, you were watching me shower?"
"That sounds creepy when you put it that way. I had just noticed through my shower stall that you were very bendy and I was admiring your form."
That's the less creepy way of telling me you're a creep?
"Um, thanks? I better get changed now..." I say and walk away.
I'll never be able to take a shower at the gym now without wondering if someone is watching me. Thanks, creepy lady.
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