Today, there was a little exchange at work between me and a guy we'll call Char. I was getting off my opening lifeguarding shift and rushing off to teach swim lessons at the other facility.
Char: Are you done after swim lessons?
Me: Huh? [I am so intelligent.]
Char: Are you double shifted, or are you done working after swim lessons?
Me, to myself: Oh no, Char, I'm not taking some afternoon shift. I'm not gonna double-shift myself voluntarily. Sorry, I can't, I have a water polo game.
Char: Do you want to come sailing with me?
Me (on automatic): Sorry, I can't, I have a water polo game.
Me (to myself): Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! The game isn't important, you'll probably forfeit anyway, and it's sailing. Not boating, sailing. Whenever Char talks about it, it sounds like tons of fun. Idiot!
Me (out loud): It sounds like sweet awesome fun though! *sees the clock* Crap! I have to hurry over to the outdoor pool.
Oh, and what a surprise, my team forfeited. My only consolation is that the weather probably made sailing a no-go anyway. Lame-sauce. Stupid autopilot.
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sad day. another time, ya?
Hopefully.
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