A busy women's locker room is a blinding sea of marshmallow-soft women with nary a care in the world. Buck-naked women discuss recipes, last night's Real.
Farther into the women's locker room, far off by the shower, sat a second pile. I held my sweaty bra in my hands and considered my options.
Somehow though, there's always been one place where the naked etiquette policy has eluded me: the women's locker room. My confusion.