Mornings at the Rec Center are amusing, to say the least. While I do have to endure piercing glares from my swim coaches because I'm not at practice, it's fun to laugh at the swim team working their guts out while you sit in your chair. Beyond that, there are the regulars. There is one lady who, before she does her workout, must make sure that all the floating balls on one lane line are evenly spaced. She may go back and forth 2-3 times perfecting the spacing. There is a man, the OCD lady's husband, who will get so hilariously angry if we leave the shallow-end door leading outside open. There's the private boys school that comes to swim and cause laughter to well in my chest. They have a little less than perfect form.
The water aerobics classes are a cut above. The sea cows are constantly finding new ways to make the day interesting, humorous, or a pain in the backside. Lifting up lane lines for arthritis victims, jumping in the water too early and causing the swim team to get irrate and splash just to be contrary, the fact that they must have their ten minutes in the hot tub following their class, all these things just make me laugh. Ooooooooom!
Later on in the morning, around 8:15, we are joined by a group of old men who will stand in a small circle and hop about cracking horribly corny jokes. They always get me to chuckle.
As terrible as it is to go to work at 5:00, I find humor in the work day.
Also, I get to dress up like I'm Irish and have Beehives/Mia Maids call me Máthair during Camp! Woohoo! I'm so excited. This is no "Sham," camp is going to "Rock!"
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i want to be irish! i want to go to camp so bad! i miss it! can i just go with your ward? since i've been adopted in there anyway? gimme gimme gimme, i need i need! no, i will miss you and all the little beehives that i could tease since i am a bodacious laural. *sigh*
he he, i can just imagine all the funny people that come to the rec that early. weird-os all of them. :D ooooooom! barbra manatee manatee...
I wish it could be so! You could join me in teaching my younglings and be their aintín! Then you could be someone's aunt they never had, as well as being with your aunt you never had!
Might I add that I am in major editor mode and I want to capitalize stuff? I'm doing another one of the Lindon Folk's stories. :D It's being torn to pieces. He uses ellipsis to end paragraphs all the time...(sic)
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