What is it about showers in this place?
First there was 'Biking-Better-Than-Boffing' Man. Now there is Strange Little Old Man.
There I was, post shower and donning the gear for another day recreating Ricky Gervais's vision of the average British workplace, when an old chap who I'd never seen before peered through the shower curtain.
He looked in one cubicle.
Then the other.
"Can I help you?" I enquired, ever the gentleman (despite my incomplete attire)
The chap looked at me, startled, and scurried off.
I never saw him again.
(one day, I'll write about the curious incident of the cleaner and the soap)
