I went to a new facility yesterday to teach a group fitness class. I encountered Typhoid Terry at the Security Desk. He had a hand-written sign that said he had a bad sore throat and couldn't talk. YIKES! Pass the hand-sanitizer, please.
I also encountered Mooning Moe. Moe was probably just having a normal day in the life of a new facility, tinkering with this or that, showing off his duct tape and bailing wire skills, trying not to blow the place up or electrocute himself, working the Full Monty on his breaks, etc. But this is all I got:
My poor eyes. OUCH!
Actually, that wasn't him. The hot cross buns I saw were much more.....er.....pronounced.
Yes, I said Full Monty back there. I just wanted to see if you were still reading.
Clothing faux pas can be very serious. Just remember how ~awful~ it was for all you guys when Janet Jackson had her little wardrobe malfunction. This guy I was working with at the time came in the next day with a huge smile on his face talking about how offended he was. It was obviously shocking for him and he is probably still suffering from damages. Poor thing.
And finally, what's with you guys with hairy arms that wear tight tank tops to work out in the gym? You remind me of this guy, but gay:
This isn't pool guy material, OK?
If you're brave enough, tell me about your favorite clothing faux pas.
In other boring news: I now have 3 different security badges in my purse. Yes, they are all mine. Or maybe I should say that they have my picture on them.
Let me rephrase that. They have some god-awful image that resembles me when I feel as bad as the guy in the first photo. My passport photo is better.
Did you see Lost last night? Sawyer cleans-up good!
ReformingGeek again thanks istockphoto for the photos.