Our rink has five changerooms. There are four house teams in each grade, so they each get their own room. But when I showed up for my first game and went to merrily stroll into our room with my teammates, I was informed that all female players (like, all seven of us) were to change in room 5. No exceptions.
Trouble is, this room happens to be the local semi pro team’s official changing room. So the players on the team waltz in and out without knocking ALL THE TIME to – well, I have no idea. As do the coaches. But being surprised in my undies by someone I then have to look in the eye and be COACHED by is so much more disrupting than nonchalantly gearing up in a room full of guys with their eyes fixed resolutely on their bags. Not to mention when I’m in there on my own I can hear everything my team is saying in the next room, and it sounds like they’re having such a good time without me. Hmph!
