Caught Buck Naked

I have this ritual of exercising every morning. I did not get any exercise the last 10 days, what being Deepavali which is synonymous with butter cookies, muruku and MUTTON!! So, you can imagine, with no exercise for 10 days, 'aunty' (yours truly) put on an easy 3 kgs!!!

When I golfed yesterday, I felt I was carrrying more pounds than my golf bag. Then I realized I have "extra baggage".

So, it's the moment of truth that I have to resort to my 1,3 5 cereals- for- dinner- programme. But now I shall have cereals for dinner "twenty four seven" until I lose all 3 kgs and go back to my desirable weight of 60 kgs. Anything lesser than that will make my already threatening -to -sag boobs, sag for real!! (Incidently, I passed the pencil test,ok.) Hey, come on, I will be 42 in February! And I am loving it. We can't keep everything UP all the time. Remember, whatever's up must come down. It's the law of gravity.

Where was I? Yes, so today, I decided to swim. I usually do 30 laps non -stop in the pool. Okay, okay, I am pushing it . I stop after every 10 laps, stretch for a while before I continue with the next set of ten laps and again until I finish 30 laps. Each lap is about 60m. So I swim close to 1.8 Km which takes me approximately an hour to complete. Not bad wa-a-at for a 42 year old lady!!

Anyway, I usually drape a towel around me and head for the shower room where I relief myself of my swimsuit, dry myself up and put on a slip dress and head home. I prefer to lounge in my very own private bathroom and have my shower. The pool is only about 5 mins walk from my home. Since I head there right after I have dropped the kids off at school, I am usually swimming by 7.30am.

I was sitting on the bench, in the shower room for ladies and proceeded to peel my swimsuit off. Then I dried myself and quickly put on my slip dress. Eventhough I am always alone in the ladies shower room, I am still very conservative when it comes to changing. Occasionally, I see some Korean lady golfers who stand around the bench-BUCK NAKED oblivious to any other lady who walks in. Infact, I feel embarressed when I catch them naked. But they don't seem to care. I feel embaressment for them because all I see are raisins and pancakes!!!

Anyway, as I was pulling my dress down my legs, I heard the shuffling of feet. Imagine my shock when I saw a man trudging into the shower room smoking a ciggarrette. I shouted at him.

"Oi! Ini bilik air perempuan. Apa u buat kat sini?" (This is the ladies shower room. What the hell are u doing here?)

He very nonchalantly replied,"Oh, really" (Ya,ke ) and then proceeded to walk out.

No way man, I am not going to let him off that easy! I walked out of the shower room after him.



I asked him,"Who are you?" (Siapa kamu?)



He did not reply.



I asked him again, "Who the hell are you,damnit!"



"Ah, I work at the back." (Saya kerja kat belakang)



"Back? Where?" (Belakang mana?)



"Are you a staff of this resort? Who are you?" (U kerja kat sini? Siapa kau?)



The joker just carried on walking out of my sight to the corner where the men's toilet was. He had an accomplice with him. I asked his accomplice if this guy was with him. Pindrop silence.

That's it. I lost my head. I went up to reception and started shouting and relating what happenned. The lady at the reception said, surely the signage indicating "ladies" was big enough for him to see. A few marshals were at the reception too. I alerted them to go find the man in a red T Shirt and jeans. I want to know who is he. If he is a tresspasser who has no business in the club then I am going to give the management HELL!

My good friend, the Pro Shop owner joined in the chase. I called the security as well. Now everyone was looking for the guy who has no respect for women or is illiterate.

I raved, moaned and groaned, yelled and screamed, huffed and puffed and was short of spewing fire from my nostrils because MY PRIVACY WAS VIOLATED!!
I went over to my Volvo, retrieved my cell phone and poured my heart out to my husband. He was very calm on the phone. This is what I love about my husband, when I am shooting my top, he remains cool and collected. Steve was still at home at that time.

The security at the main entrance was alerted and they managed to stop the lorry on time. Apparently, the guy is a despatch for Atlas Ice Cubes. Little did he realize that soon he is going to be iced.

I went home shortly after, still fuming. I called 103 and got the number for Atlas Ice. I identified myself and asked for the manager. A Mr Yong answered the call and apparently someone from the club had already called him and he was aware of the incident. I told him that it was ME in the shower. He listened to me but was not really sympathetic. So I had to press further.

"Imagine if it was your wife standing buck naked and a man enters the ladies. How would you feel?"

It worked. He got paranoid. He suggested I make a police report. He promised to severely reprimand his man. He agreed that his man was stupid and should not have entered the ladies restroom. And then he started firing his man. All because I said it could have been his wife.
Anyway, I told him that I am not interested to lodge a police report because it would be a hassle and our dear police can't even control the current crime rate.

They hauled up the guy. The man apologized, something he should have done when I confronted him. Not just snigger at me and walk away. If he had immediately apologized to me, I would not have blown this issue out of proportion. I would have just blasted him to kingdom come.
He held my husbands hands , cried and begged for forgiveness and that he "accidentally" entered the restroom. Steve did not spare him. Ofcourse Steve had a field day with all kinds of accusatory words levelled at him. Steve said that he cannot accept the man's explanation of not seeing the signage. It's a poor excuse. It should not happen.The club manager was present too. The manager told the guy that he is very lucky that Steve did not beat him up.

Half an hour later, the club manager called me and apologized on behalf of the management. Another 10 minutes later, a letter of apology from the management was hand delivered to my home.

Now the truth. I was not buck naked when the man entered the restroom. I had put my clothes on. Thank God for that. I would die of embarresment if I was seen like that by anyone else. Actually, every time I changed my clothes, I do it very discreetly, even when I am in the cubicle. I never take all my clothes off. I worry about built in cameras etc.

But one thing for sure. The man must be taught a lesson. I believe for the rest of his life, each time he enters a public toilet, he will look twice, thrice , four times before entering it.