Went to a gym this evening and while getting dried after a shower was conscious of a fella loitering behind me, so thinking I was in the way of his locker I shuffled to one side and carried on towelling the knackers. I had a few bits on the floor - bag, gym kit and shoes that I'd worn to work with the rest of my gear hanging up in the locker. Next thing I know, this chap is on the floor on his knees and I'm thinking initially that he's dropped something or is using one of the lower lockers, but then I see him move to one side to be close to my shoes and he starts stroking the top of my left shoe. He's on his hands and knees a bit like a dog, looks up at me, looks at my shoe and starts stroking my shoe again - I'm flabbergasted and he looks at me again, strokes the shoe, looks at me again and then sniffs the inside of my shoe. I say "are you alright might" move my shoes a bit further away and he shuffles on his hands and knees to get closer to the shoes and does the same again - look, sniff, stroke, look. I say "alright mate, that's enough of that' and it's like he's in a trance and he starts stroking the fecking shoe again. Another fella arrives to the left of me and starts getting undressed and this fella shuffles over to him and starts sniffing the shoe he's just taken off. I put my gear on sharpish and get the **** out - but what the actual **** is all that about
I used to live in winchester when are old man was in army its where me sister were born, plenty ar wierdos darn sarth.