Hobknocker Stories

It was a cold winter morning and I was heading to my local gym. I pulled up to the empty parking spot and looked at my analog clock; five forty-three. I always worked out in the gym before my first classes. I walked up the big staircase and inside where a sweet woman greeted me. "You need a locker?" she asked. "Yes, please." I went down the staircase and into the men's locker room. There was only one lady on a stationery...