21 July 2011

I was about halfway through my hour-long swim this morning, gliding down the lane with a slow freestyle stroke, minding my own business, when I noticed ahead of me a hand slapping the water in my lane.

Being the deductive person that I am, I figured someone needed my attention, and stopped.

It was like this, but...not...

"Your swimming keeps splashing my kid!" I was informed indignantly by a 20-something oddly complected blonde.

Fake tan gone wrong?

I glanced at the kid; maybe 6 years old, hanging on the rope dividing my swimming lane from the rec area of the pool.

In that entire area, there were maybe 2 two more people; hard to tell because I didn't have my glasses on. But that kid had been hanging on the rope for a good ten minutes and she obviously hadn't felt pressed to move him elsewhere in the vast nothing of that side of the pool.

I'm not a wild swimmer. I'm slow. Slow doesn't create much in the way of splatter. But holy hell, her kid was in a swimming pool and HE WAS GETTING WET.

Clearly I was at fault.

So I said the only thing one should say in such a situation.

"Get over it."

I will be so glad when school starts back up...