I think I told this one before. I keep telling it, 'cause each time it gets less embarassing. I was 15 or 16 at the time. A friend and I were at the local pool. We went into the changing area to take off our bathing suits and put on our clothes. As adolescent males are likely to do, we began rolling up our towels into "rat tails" and snapping them at each other. They can leave quite a welt, especially when damp. Hello Mudcatters! I've been away for a while and I'm gonna be going away again, but I had to check in.

What began as fun took on a very earnest note (typical male stuff) and I was slowly losing. Not wanting to give up, I began backing up, still snapping my towel in defense. Suddenly I realize I am about 20 feet outside the bathhouse door with nothing on except the towel in my hands. Only then did my friend (who still has his suit on also realized what had happened. I am sure I turned red, quickly dropped my towel to my waist and headed back to the bathhouse. I do not know who if anyone saw me, but I spent some extra time in the bathhouse hoping whoever had seen would leave and I wouldn't have to face them.

Roger in Baltimore