So at 17 I got burned out on racing and decided to do something else. To make some money and get a free ski pass, I started teaching skiing in the 3 to 6 year old ski school. My supervisor didn't want to hire me because SHE thought that male instructors couldn't safely teach little kids, because guys lack the organizational skills. I was pretty much on probation before I even started. One perk of the job was that I was the only guy changing in a locker room full of women. One, Fiona, was French, and would strip down to her panties on occasion. 17 year old occupational hazard was trying not to pitch a circus tent in my long johns while this was happening.
The bathroom procedure at that time was that all the kids would have to go into the woman's bathroom. There would be one instructor in the bathroom helping the kids head into the stalls and one would be in the lady's lounge. This was a room that was attached to the bathroom but separated by a door. Because I couldn't go into the bathroom, I was the one that helped get the kids out of their ski gear in the lady's lounge and then sent them into the bathroom. Then I had a few minutes to chill while the kids were in the bathroom before I had to help them get dressed to go outside again. At first it was a little weird being in the lady's lounge but I got used to it and the women that were in there usually thought I was amazing for doing this. A few of them told me I was going to make a great father, and I got some "do me" looks from the teen aged girls. All was going great until:
One day I went into the lady's lounge, stripped down the kids, sent them into the bathroom and then sat down on the bench, as was my routine. When I turned around I was looking toward a huge window, and it was a sunny spring day. As my eyes were starting to adjust to the brightness and I was anticipating the normal smiles from the women occupants, I became perplexed by a strange rhythmical movement going on in front of me. My first thought was that, for some reason, a women had decided to take her shirt off and play one of these:
Then it dawned on me that her breast was actually inside of this contraption. It was actually an earlier version of one of these:
I guess I was a pretty sheltered child, and I had no earthly idea what a breast pump was or why a woman would need to use one. As the woman looked up, the expression on my face would have been the same as when I first saw this scene from the original movie "Alien":
Evidently, my expression must have been somewhat alarming. She screamed, and I dove out of the lady's lounge.
That was the last time any male instructor ventured into the lady's lounge.
Looking back on this now, I think the funniest thing about this whole episode would have been my terrified description of the event to my supervisor.