Cardiff International Pool doesn't have separate changing areas for male and female swimmers. Instead it has what they call a changing village (who dreams up these names?). The changing village comprises of row upon row of colour coded cubicles in which anyone can go to get changed. They have lockable doors and a metal grill overhead to prevent anyone from climbing up and spying on swimmers in adjacent cubicles. Opposite all cubicles are row upon row of lockers. Down one wall that runs the length of the changing village is a row of mirrors, punctuated regularly by coin operated hair dryers.
I would have thought that the guidelines don't need to be spelled out. Anyone wanting to go for a swim occupies a cubicle, locks the door, gets changed, unlocks the door then deposits their belongings in one of the nearby lockers. When they have finished swimming the above is true but in reverse. Simple? Or so you'd think...
Tonight I saw a man strip to his pants by the lockers. He then nipped into a cubicle without closing the door, dropped his underpants and then pulled on his trunks before scampering out and popping his underpants into his locker. Did he not think that anyone else could see him? Before anyone gets too excited he was certainly no looker. I once rounded the corner to find a middle-aged woman in her bra and pants drying her hair in front of the mirrors. Had she forgotten where she was?
Perhaps these people really do have lapses and get confused about the environment they're in. Much like men who, having had a good few pints earlier, get up in the middle of the night and piss in the wardrobe. Or kids who get confused by the adult standing infront of them and, much to their embarrassment, call their teacher "Mum".
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