Eeeewwww.

So, I'm at the gym this morning and just as I am giving myself a metaphoric pat on the back for once again avoiding Sweaty, his cousin Puddles O'Leary hops onto the eliptical machine next to mine. I was in a groove and doing my very best to ignore the man who was drenching the machine next to me, and I almost made it through my entire set totally unaffected by his presence...almost. Just as I was coming to the end of my cardio, Puddles decided to whip his head around, inadvertently spraying my hand and arm with the fruits of his labor. I stopped immediately and looked down at my arm and then over to Puddles who just continued on with his workout...he even let out a "wooh" in triumph. I stepped off the machine and walked to the bathroom hoping that scalding hot water would be enough to cleanse me. I soon discovered that no amount of soap, water, or hand sanitizer would do enough to erase the memory of my unwelcomed shower. I finished my workout, and as I was walking out, Sweaty was walking in swinging his towel...not that's ironic.