Everything is going fine here in Alexandria, Sam and Cheney have joined me from Tennessee, I spent last weekend going there and picking them up. My eternal thanks to Ben P. for patiently watching them while I was deployed and moving down here. Sam and Cheney have taken up residence on the back deck and are making sure there are no cats, possums or raccoons. They haven't figured out how to operate the hot tub yet, which is a good thing.
The snow, all three feet of it, has started to melt way, which is great. I have also figured out the bus/metro commute technique, I think it is all about karma, I keep positive thoughts going while I am running late or struggling with the schedule. This past week there have been a couple of times that I have got to the bus station a little bit late only to be pleasantly surprised by a bus running either early or late, which I didn't mind at all. On Friday, I was the only one on the bus in the morning and the driver got a little lonely, and he just started chatting away. I usually have my mp3 player going on some podcast or music, but I chatted with him. He rides motorcycles with his son, has two motorcycles, all of his riding buddies have stored their bikes at his house for the winter. One of his bikes was a street bike, the other is a road cruiser. Normally, more folks get on the bus and chat him up, but I was the only one, so we ended up talking.
Ok, the next section may be a bit graphic and R-ish rated, so, please consult your parents if you can read it. It does involve rather disturbing nudity.
There is a gym at the Pentagon, the Pentagon Officer's Athletic Club - the POAC. It is kind of an institution in the Pentagon and has been around for years. It is not your normal military gym, most of the gyms that I have been around have been full of a younger sort of crowd, the POAC is definitely not. I am not bothered by that, I am actually impressed that folks much older than me are still working out and trying hard. There are a couple of folks that I would rather not see though: Tan Man and the Zombie. The locker room in the POAC is very, ummm, ahhhh, liberal?? Bottom line, although there are a lot of older gentlemen working out, which is cool, there are also a lot of older men that stopped working out a while ago, but still come to the gym to use the sauna and walk around naked. Nothing like waking up in the morning, making the journey to the gym, washing your hands only to be shocked by a very naked older, kind of overweight man brushing his teeth at the sink next to you buck naked.
Tan Man: Tan Man is one of the main violators of what I would consider decency in the gym. Tan Man is in his 60s, I think. He takes a great deal of joy in walking around naked, which would be normal, but he is fully tanned, and fully shaved. Very disturbing. I am not the only one that has noticed the Tan Man - - my partner in crime MAJ K, noticed him as well. We were both heading back to the office and he had a disturbed look on his face, I asked him what was up and he started talking about Tan Man, who was standing at the next sink, brushing his teeth. I confessed to MAJ K that I had also been shocked by Tan Man, so we both laugh about it now.
The Zombie: The Zombie is also a POAC locker room violator. His locker is in the same row as mine, so I see him every morning. The Zombie comes staggering in, within seconds, he is naked, he reaches into his locker and dumps all of his toiletries onto the floor, bends over (very disturbing) and picks them up. After that, he staggers off to where ever Zombies go to get woke up and become productive.
My biggest fear is that I will be briefing some high ranking muckety-muck and Tan Man or the Zombie will be standing there. Yikes.
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