I heard an interesting anecdote from a colleague about a mutual colleague’s behaviour in a sauna in France. they were at a conference hotel for a big industry meeting and one evening had gone down to the sauna – being one german and one swiss, seems a normal thing to do (the brits went to the bar)
The sauna had two doors, one to the changing area and one to the pool. As neither had trunks they were in the sauna wrapped in towels when the swiss guy announced he’d like a swim. ‘But you don’t have trunks?’ said Ingo. ‘No matter’ said HansRuedi, ‘I’ll be in the pool before anyone sees me’
So he peels off the towel, strides through door 2 straight into the lifeguard (female) patrolling the pool.
A conversation ensues along the lines of what are you doing standing naked on my poolside / if you let me jump in no-one can see me / there’s no way I’m letting you in my pool naked, which according to ingo lasted quite some time.
While in the meantime, all the other conference attendees and assorted other guests standing in the glass atrium of this large hotel sipping pre-dinner drinks are standing open mouthed as they stare down into the pool area at a senior industry figure’s wrinkly swiss c0ck as the drama unfolds.
To this day he doesn’t see what the fuss was about.