crossing the panty line.

Welcome to my 600th post! 
For those of you who didn't stop reading 598 posts ago - thanks for hanging in there with me!


Recent posts have described the unabashed exhibitionism going on in the women's locker room at my gym.


I told you about the naked 60 year olds propping their legs up on benches and rubbing cream in every nook and cranny.


And you've read about Tits McGee, who found it necessary to blow dry her hair wearing a thong and a parka, before unleashing her cassava-sized boobs when she got too warm.


But this most recent incident, well...this one takes the cake.


As I was heading into the locker room post-run, I came around the corner and almost bumped into a woman who had just removed her towel. I came THISCLOSE to being all up in her shit.


As I sat and removed my sneakers, I could still see her out of the corner of my eye.


And then, folks, it went from bad to worse.


There she was, her back to me, panties halfway up her thighs, slightly bent over, peeling and securing a panty liner in her underwear.


OH.
MY.
GOD.


Perhaps she didn't see the bathroom stalls WITH DOORS a mere 20 feet away?


Women don't like to deal with their own panty liners. Let alone a stranger's.


Ladies, a little discretion, please.