As I hauled my great white fish belly into the pool today I was treated to the sight of an elderly lady in full makeup regalia.
She was wearing a pearl (I’m assuming imitation) necklace, a bathing cap, a full scuba diving face mask and a mumuit doing (my best guess) the back stroke.
As she stopped at the end of the lane she struck up a conversation.
With the scuba mask still in place she looked like she’d been on the sooooo not winning side at the end of a professional welterweight boxing match. Her lips were all puffy under the nose seal & my mind couldn’t shake the vision as my eyes were glued to the center of her face.
I actually had to look at her hands to make sure she didn’t have gloves on & was looking at me for retribution (I know, boxing gloves in the swimming pool. That’s just the way my mind works when oxygen & fatty food deprived).
I realized at that very moment that this wasn’t just a light conversation. SHE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME!!!!!
I guess if you don’t lay it out there you’ll never get the opportunity but that hit me square between the eyes.
I made up some lame excuse about organizing my sock drawer & hightailed it out of the pool.
She waved & said she see me again.
Maybe it was my imagination but those words sounded a little threatening…
Today’s workout was a little rough. I came, I saw, I Concorded.