_{[ He’s just slipped out of the pool – a relatively empty one, at that – and gathered his belongings from the men’s locker room. He was quick to realize that the only clothes he’d brought with him were a pair of thin, weathered sweatpants, and a raggedy old sweater.}

     _{He can slide into the sweatpants, at least. Exiting the locker room with his sweater thrown over his shoulder, he collides with someone. And simultaneously notices the sign declaring shirts and shoes must be worn beyond this point. ]}

     _{“Shit –– sorry, uh … sorry.”}