I was getting pretty unhealthy there for a while. A combination of slower metabolism, a sedentary job, and eating an entire cake after every meal eventually got to me, adding pounds and inches. Having recently become single only brought more attention to this fact, because if my observations of the human race have been accurate, the only way to attract a new mate is to lift heavy things until I have (more) bulges in attractive places.
This means more observations of the crazy shit that happens at the gym.
Today: one of those guys who sits on gym equipment for minutes at a time, not working out, just staring off into space as if he's an old man sitting on a park bench. Somehow he is still leaking sweat. Perhaps to combat his moistness, he has adopted a strange new fashion accessory. This guy, he's wearing what appears to be a dishcloth on his head.
He's not using it to wipe himself or the machines down. It's just placed on his head, sitting there like knitted cotton toupee as he goes about his business.
I guess if you don't wanna splurge on a full-sized towel to throw over your shoulder, and don't have pockets, the top of your head is as good a place as any to carry your dishcloth on.
See also: At the Gym, Volume 5, Volume 4, and Volume 3 and Volume 2 and the first one