I forgot to bring a clean T Shirt to the gym the other day.
Only noticed after I'd showered.
"I can't put the sweaty one back on: That's disgusting"
"but also - how mental does putting on a long duffle coat over a naked torso look to a crowded changing room"
so I slinked towards the bogs, naked from the waist up, clutching my bag and coat and waited for the cubicle to free up.
I kinda realised when the guy came out that this looked, if anything, kinda "Wood Green High Street" and more than a little predatory...anyway I went into the cubicle and donned my coat THERE instead, did it right up to the neck and put my backpack on.
I then had to tramp around that industrial estate in Tottenham Hale for 10 minutes waiting for ASDA Essentials to open, wearing nothing on my upper body under a duffle coat before I could buy a T Shirt for 4 quid and don it in ASDA's bogs.
The kinda non-specific guilty feelings I experienced in that secretly half-dressed state were quite unsettling - like - was my coat going to somehow get trapped in something / were some kind of wearing-sufficient-clothes police circling the area?
I mean of course neither of those things would happen, but it was just odd as fuck - I felt like a bit of a John Mark Karr.