'Isn't it obvious?' You asked, handing the man twenty five dollar.
'Yes I know, it's just policy.' He replied.
He gave you a smirk as you took the ticket and walked past the counter.
You looked into a mirror.
27 years old, 5'11, short brown hair and an you guess an average built. Fairly good shape. You wonder if he
really thought you were only a kid or if it was really policy.
And why asking if someone is a man or a woman? What's up with that.
You walk to the dressing rooms.
There are several dozens small cabins in which people get dresses and undressed.
You step inside and take your shirt off. Your shoes, socks, belt and pants quickly follow.
Your boxers have to go too in order to make place for knee length blue swimming trunks. Just bought at the
store, special occasion.
Right before you want to step out of the stall you notice something carved into the wood. Of course vandalism
is everywhere and to be honest, it is fun to carve your name in these kind of stalls but this message seems
out of place.
It says: Run, save yourself now you still can.
'Okay,' you mumble to yourself. 'Apparently there are lunatics everywhere.'
You shrug the thoughts about the message off and decide not to let yourself be interrupted from having a
relaxed, great day at the pool.
'Where were we? Oh yes, the part where I go swimming.' You start walking to what looks like the entrance but
right before you can enter there is a man in uniform who stops you.
'Excuse me sir?' He says
You stop walking.
'Have you taken your shower yet?'
'What shower?' You ask.
'It's policy sir. You have to take a shower before heading to the pools, that way we can guarantee that our
pools stay clean and pure at all times.'
'Policy?' You're getting a little bit annoyed by the weird policies this swimming pool has but after a deep
breath you look up again.
The man nods.
He reminds me of someone you know, you can't put my finger on it but he seems familiar.
You are getting brought back to the normal world when the man gestures towards some other entrance. Sounds of
people showering are coming from there.
You decide just to go along with the man and follow him to the showers.
'Which one would you prefer?' He asks.
You give him a questioning look.
'Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were new here.'
You nod. 'Well, I am, can you please hurry this up a bit and just tell me what to do so I can go swimming
without any supervision?'
The man doesn't looks moved in the slightest.
'You have six different showers and thus six different rooms.' he says.