Revolting in every discernible way. Good grief. I finally made it to the gym after a lengthy, phlegm-riddled hiatus and had a lovely easing-back-into-things time. Brisk walk, steam room, shower. And I'm feeling nice and zen when not two inches from me appears a butt, a naked butt. I generally don't mind locker room nudity, and I'm not a super-prude (although I, personally, don't like to expose my minimalist goodies), but to flaunt oneself in this way seemed fairly extreme, especially the fact that she was leaning over, knees bent, butt to the heavens in an open way if you catch my meaning.
She then proceeded to talk to herself, berate an employee for not having refilled a lotion dispenser -horrors; who does this, especially while naked?! - interrupt a conversation I was having, unpack a small suitcase full of hair products and rub herself and hair down for the entire time I was blow-drying my hair (not an insignificant amount of time). For all the ways in which she torqued her body to apply these various serums, you'd think she was a Twister champ. Finally she deigned to put on a yellow, lace thong (why then? What's the point?) and then continued lotioning. I had to leave. I am completely certain I would not like this gal.
On a more positive note, how delish do balsamic-glazed plums and mozzarella di bufala sound? I'm also going to make a fabulous couscous dish a la Amanda Hesser that's a long time favorite. Yum!