Apparently, ‘Adult Soccer’ night from 7:30 to 10:00 PM at the YMCA is composed of two time slots. The children played for the first hour, and then the remaining gym time is for the older guys.
Now, my friend and I went into the gym tonight without knowing these unofficial made-up rules and time slots. We arrived when the pre-teens were playing, so we decided not to join in. All of a sudden though, a group of old guys come rushing in and started howling at the rest of us to get us to leave. My friend and I were pretty sure that we were above 18, just in case they needed any formalities for joining ‘Adult Soccer’.
There was one stout man, presumably Italian, who was particularly ferocious. Like a true gentleman, he told us to “get the [profanity] off the court”. I’m guessing they have had the soccer times set up for ages, but couldn’t they’ve just explained it more gently to the new guys? It’s not too fun sitting on the sidelines for an hour not understanding what’s going on. I went to the weight room instead.
In the changing room, there was more age discrimination to revel in. The same boisterous Italian guy remembered my face, and lectured me with his finger in my face. No matter, his body odour was far too distracting.
And then! A young chap (who witnessed my misadventure) kicked his shoes into the shower room when he wasn’t looking.
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