It is almost embarrassing how many posts I've done over the last five years that all in some way relate to the men's locker room.  There are even multiple story lines going on at this point.  One story line began way back in February of 2010, and it involved a hairy but wonderful man who was in the foul habit of hanging his dirty wet bathing suit on the outside of his assigned locker.  You can read about him here.  Eventually, I got so perturbed by this imposition that I began tying knots in the strings of the suit. At some point, it even felt like I was not the only one in on the game.

SNAFU

As time went on, my misdeeds came back to me in the form of back pain and then later surgery. I'm not usually this hokey about karma, but I had wronged and I was willing to take my punishment. Not only did I take it, I learned from it. That was the last time I even thought about terrorizing fellow locker-goers, and I simultaneously decided to stop writing about specific people in the locker room.  Until now . . .
I saw the owner of said infamous bathing suit at the pool today, for the first time in about three years. He said hello and remarked that today he was just getting back into the pool after a year hiatus.

"I've been coming since the summer session began a few weeks ago," I replied. "But I've been out of the university for a few years, so in general, I just got back."

"Oh, congratulations," he said.  He is a very kind man.

"Yah. The more things change the more things stay the same it seems," I philosophized.

He laughed in recognition of our mutual revolution around the metaphoric track of life, and our iterative overlapping in front of these two rows of lockers that faced each other.

"See you soon," he added with a small wave as he collected his belongings to head out.

I am happy to report that he has bought himself a new bathing suit.  I am even happier to report that he has decided to store his new suit on the inside of his locker.  Mission accomplished, case closed.

Mission Accomplished!