I joined my gym because it stays open until 11 on weekdays, so I can get in a run and a steam after the boys fall asleep. It was a nice, simple, calisthenic arrangement -- until the new night guy arrived. New Night Guy has an agenda. Places to go, people to clean up after. The steam room doesn't close until 10:45pm, but New Night Guy likes to think he can close it whenever he wants, hose it down, scoop up the towels, and leave as soon after closing as possible. Sometimes, he even leaves before closing, which ticks me off to no end.
I need that steam. I want that steam. I am owed that steam. I've talked to him about it before, talked to the supervisor, and there's no problem ... for a while, until the Cycle of Malingering continues anew.
The other night I got down to the showers at 10:15, and there he was, hosing away. And I was so PO'ed about it that I got in his face. What are you doing? How many times do we have to go through this? Et cetera!
Mixing it up with strangers is not a good thing. Doing it when you're naked is worse. Yet there I was, up in his grill, swinging away, demanding my God- and club-given right to a good schvitz. I can't say I recommend it.