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It was embarrassing… ~ Northernmum

It was embarrassing.

I felt awkward, they felt awkward but the three of us all seemed to share the uncertainty of what to do next.  The embarrassment was not helped by the fact that we were all nearly naked.

I had been enjoying a rare moment of peace, a taste of rare relaxation.  Sat in my swimsuit with sweat pooling under my thighs I happily sweltered in the gymnasium steam room. Then they entered, two young fit male specimens of the human race.  Tanned, tattooed, gloriously sexy and fifteen years my junior.

The perfect companions for the steam room in the gym…

Suddenly the heat electrified in the room and I became all too concious of my too tight costume with its four breast effect.  I didn’t need a mirror to know mascara was smeared across my cheeks and I hated to consider the state of my bikini line.

They walked in laughing and then fell silent when they realised they were not alone.

Panic set in, I wanted to leave but I didn’t want them to think it was because of them and also I knew my swimsuit had crept up my arse and was sitting wedgie style waiting for me to perform the un graceful gesture of yanking it out.

I wanted to leave but was worried my silhouette when I opened the door would be magnified by the steam and the young men would charge past me screaming “elephant in the spa, elephant in the spa.”

So I sat…

And sweated…

Those boys had stamina, the heat wrapped round us all creating a sticky embrace and still they silently sat it out.

My body got hotter, the wedgie became tighter and I felt as if I were being sliced in two.  The steam choked me, stinging my eyes, forcing me to take short panting breathes.

I could bear it no more.

Carefully I lifted a cheek hoping to rectify the wedge before I exposed myself to the boys.

Then it happened.

The noise…

It wasn’t a fart but it sounded fartish,

The wet tearing of skin from plastic seat coupled with a bubbling echo that reverberated around the room.

It sounded like a fart, a great big fart.

I died a little inside.

As I tried to leave the room they men tried to leave with me, presumably for fear of an accompanying fake fart smell.

They saw my mascara drenched face.

I am leaving the gym.

Comments

  1. Grenglish says

    October 31, 2012 at 6:51 am

    This is why no good will come from joining the gym 🙂
    Hilarious post as always Jane, love it x

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      November 11, 2012 at 9:20 pm

      Thanks x x x

      Reply
  2. older mum in a muddle says

    October 31, 2012 at 10:56 am

    Oh no! The embarrassment!

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      November 11, 2012 at 9:20 pm

      horrendous

      Reply
  3. HELEN says

    October 31, 2012 at 11:36 am

    haha, that’s so funny Jane!! x

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      November 11, 2012 at 9:20 pm

      the shame x

      Reply
  4. jo says

    October 31, 2012 at 12:03 pm

    Ha! I’ve had similar to that before – I think if it’d been me I’d have said “oops, curry for tea” and ran, if only to make things even worse.

    I’ve done a few sneezes that sound like farts too which are just odd and weird and always in a quiet room. Sigh.

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      November 11, 2012 at 9:21 pm

      LOL!

      Reply
  5. esther james says

    October 31, 2012 at 8:52 pm

    what a hilarious post!

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      November 11, 2012 at 9:21 pm

      Thanks x

      Reply
  6. Suzanne says

    November 1, 2012 at 1:06 pm

    So, so funny! What is it about farts that still makes us giggle adolescent-style?! This happens most weeks at my Pilates class….not from me, I hasten to add!

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      November 11, 2012 at 9:21 pm

      so you say…..

      Reply
  7. Pressies by Pebbles says

    November 1, 2012 at 1:48 pm

    Love this really made me giggle.
    A male friend of mine went to his first yoga class the other day – the one that happens in a really hot room. anyway he got there and realised that he had forgotten his shorts so instead of turning around and coming back the following week he proceeded and just wore his very baggy gaping boxer shorts with a room full of women – hysterical 😉

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      November 11, 2012 at 9:23 pm

      Nice!!!!!

      Reply
  8. Coombemill - Fiona says

    November 6, 2012 at 12:03 pm

    Thank you for the biggest laugh of my morning, I am crying with laughter here as I can so see myself in your shoes…. or costume! I must pop by your blog more often, no wonder you won best writer at MADs!

    Reply
  9. northernmum says

    November 11, 2012 at 9:25 pm

    ta lovely x

    Reply

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