The Mayfair Freak Show Continues

I am back. I guess that is kind of.....obvious. I do recall what I wanted to recount from yesterday. The memory is not soooooo bad (it is better than most, I think).

I was at Mayfair on Saturday. When I got into the changeroom area, a man asks if it was still raining. It was not at that moment, but could have started up again at any time. In any event, I recall a different encounter with this gentleman some months ago.

I was going to say that the guy looked like an Oompa Loompa, without the orange skin coloring, but that is not really true. He looked more like Tony Clifton. Tony Clifton was Andy Kaufman's alter ego. He was a short, fat, obnoxious dude with moustache and glasses. A really cheesy individual. He also looked like Rupert Pupkin, Robert DeNiro's character in the Scorcese classic "King of Comedy" (with Jerry Lewis). You can see them both in the pictures at the top of the post.

Anyway, a number of months back, after I had finished working out and had undressed to shower, I left my wet gym clothes on the floor in front of my locker. This joker who was using the locker beside mine, says that he does not want to smell my gym clothes. Originally, I thought he was joking. I mean he had to put his fucking shoes on, go work out (or do whatever it is he does), I would shower and those clothes would be gone before he was back and spending any time near his locker. Well, he was not joking and the conversation escalated. It ended with me telling him that it was not my fault he was so fucking fat, short and could not tie up his shoes without having to put his head, with triple chins, on the fucking ground. Then there was the old "go fuck yourself" and I went on my way. Fuck him!

I guess he did not recall that incident. He was rather pleasant when he asked me about the rain. I answered as nicely as I could. Again, I am not sure what difference it made to him about whether or not it was raining at present as he was getting in his white shorts and shirts to work out, swim or get a massage (I soon saw him in the gym area) so as he was not going to be outside, who the fuck cares what the weather is like.

I finish my workout and I am changing to go into the shower. I see said fat, moustache man in his tighty whities (picture that image) with a white tee shirt on. He sits down, bends over and puts on his sneakers. I figure he is going into the shower, which I find a little freaky. I mean, who goes into the shower in underwear, undershirt and sneakers....fucking freak.

Then I see him take his jeans (Levi's) and put them on....over his sneakers. What the fuck!!!!! I spent a couple of years training the Lad not to do that as it is always a pain in the ass to get your jeans on over your shoes. Why fight it? Then I see this Tony Clifton looking motherfucker doing just that! What kind of fucking crazy world am I living in?

I do see the freaky side of humanity at that club. I am thankful for that, which makes good sense since we, as Canadians, are coming up on Thanksgiving.

Ciao!