Last night I went for a run and decided to go to the sauna (pronounced "saw-na," as in the S in S.A.N) afterwards. I too off my clothes, aside from some mini shorts (hey, its the sauna ok) and I locked up my glasses, ipod, towel, shorts, and t-shirt, and took my key into the sauna. I had it prepared, and it was warming up for at least 30 minutes so it was piping hot when I came inside. I laid my keys on the bench. Clink clink. Oh god. Say it ain't so. Sure enough my key fell inside the wooden bench.
I didn't have my glasses so I looked to see where it was and I couldn't see anything. I tried pulling out some of the boards but they were sealed shut. So there I was, standing in my short shorts, with no shirt, or vision, or Ipod. Disaster.
How to get back to my room. Surely, I didnt want to walk back into the lobby with my yellow crocs and short shorts, so I thought it would be a better idea to go use the stairs. There arent many females in my apartment complex so I wasnt worried. I open the door. Silence. Whew. I take a step forward and hear the echo of my single footstep...followed by another one. Oh shyzacks (thanks samar).
Out comes a blonde-haired female, near my age, who looks straight at me while I hold onto the door with complete trepidation. She takes on look at me and puts her head down. Woe. I bet she told the first person she saw about the half naked brown dude wearing yellow crocs. What a sight.
I venture up to my room using the stairs, run inside, put my contacts on, wear a towel, grab a shirt, hangar, and some duct tape. I go back downstairs and use the hanger to jimmy my way inside. Success!! I pull the keys out and decide to end my trauma with, yes, a sauna. I go back into the work out room to get my bottle of water that I forgot, and who do I see? The same blonde-haired woman. With her boyfriend. Hot dog. So that's the story, the lesson is to never wear crocs. Or go to a sauna. Or be brown.
On a side note, someone from my client walked up to me and asked me if I was Amir Khan. I said no, and they asked if I was his brother. I said no, and they smiled and said "Wow, Mashallah!" and shook my hand. Later today, I was outside on my cell phone and I ran into them again and they asked if they could take a picture of me on my phone so that they could show it to their friends. I obliged and said I was talking to my agent.
4 comments:
i have that same fear of dropping my key when i use the sauna at the gym. i hang on to that thing.
i think i saw the last bit of that movie with your dad when imran told me to show up 5 hours early.
ehhh trust me its nice the first few times, then it gets annoying... do you know how many people I have to explain to that I'm not Tom Cruise....
HAHAH :) wow. thats all i can say..
ya that movie is pretty good. I got bored somewhere and turned it off though. I think i was getting sleepy. The part where he is jumping around like a clown reminds me of you. You guys look somewhat the same i guess.
Who wears short shorts? :) Cant wait to join ya'll!!
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