I was checking out the official length of my pool and ran across this review of another community pool that isn't too far away.
"Good News: Outdoor, 25 yards, kickboards, clocks.
The Bad News: TEN dollars. In (blank). You bastards are lucky I'm in this shit town to begin with and I have to pay ten bucks to swim? You should pay me for bringing some life into snoresville. But I digress.
Details: Bring some sandals, because you have to walk over the rock-embedded, foot-thrashing concrete that surrounds the indoor pool to get to the outdoor pool. Some negligent mother let her kid wander into my lane but I showed him who was boss in this town in no time. I'm doing fly, kid- take that! I don't pay ten dollars so I can be polite to some commune-raised hippie brat who calls his mom "Sarah.""
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Man - this is the wild and footloose writing part of yourself sneaking out... keep it coming. Very entertaining!
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