Please do not overestimate the title here. Old people may drive me crazy on occasion, for example, when they insist on going 10 miles under the speed limit in the left hand lane. But, as a general rule, I have no problem with the elderly. In fact, I admire with a hint of jealousy the way old men are able to wear dark socks with loafers, shorts, suspenders and a golf shirt without much regard to sensibility, fashionability or laughability. Hell, I might be even slightly looking forward to the day when it is expected if not socially acceptable for me walk out onto my front porch in my robe in the middle of the afternoon , shaking my fist in the air and yelling “Get off my lawn you damn kids”.
That said, I do take issue with the reckless disregard with which old men walk around naked at the gym. Perhaps because of its proximity to a hospital, the gym I belong to has a very high percentage of members who are old men — certainly much higher than the population at large much less for the makeup of your typical gym constituency.
I am by no means a prude, but I do take the effort in the locker room to cover up my nether regions with a towel and to try and dress and undress from my undergarments as expeditiously as possible. Frankly, I view this as simple politeness, and I appreciate that it seems most other guys act accordingly. That is, at least, until they reach a certain age, apparently sometime in their late 50’s or early 60’s or when the cumulative effects of gravity have become evident on the body’s natural positioning of parts.
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