A stocky Asian strode through the relatively empty locker room of my gym one afternoon not long ago. He was nude. Because of his nonchalance, I knew that he could not be from Cambodia.
At my former gym in the States, he would not have drawn a second glance. Few members were present at my current gym that time of day, and those changing clothes also paid no discernible attention.
But the locker room attendant certainly noticed. A look of horror, or possibly disgust, crossed his countenance.
I asked him if the sight disturbed him. The memory of what he had just witnessed caused him to scowl deeply, making me wonder whether perhaps he was joking.
When I told him how it was at my old gym in New York, Continue reading