After my workout today, I was filled with the urge for a locker bate. I was at a different gym than usual -- one where the lockerroom is pretty open rather than my usual place where there are "culs-de-sac" that afford at least some warning that someone is approaching. You've guessed that I'm not concerned in the least with being seen, but nor do I wish to be overly offensive.
I was standing at my locker, towel in hand, and gently tugging, when this guy whizzes around the corner and catches me red-handed. "Sorry," I say. "No worries," he replies, "we all need it. Let it out, man."
Just the way it should be.