swimming

this is how it always goes: i'm enjoying a sunny, quiet weekday at the pool. there's never very many people at the pool on a weekday, and that's one think i love about having a job that works me on the weekends. i've got a good book, cold bottle of water and i'm listening to the peaceful sound of the fountain and the tunes on my ipod, when along come some gatecrashers intent on having a small party. you know they don't live in this apartment complex because they ask someone to let them through the locked gate. not that they look old enough to even have a job that would allow them to afford these overpriced apartments.

and they always take the empty chairs right next to you. i turn up my ipod trying to drown them out, in turn drowning out the peaceful sound of the fountain as well. but i still hear them. there was definitely one girl who describe something by saying "... it was like ASSES," with clear, loud emphasis on the the asses.

i give up and i go home not quite as tan as i'd like to be. on the way out i do take care to make sure the gate fully shuts behind me, because you not only need your key to get in, you also need it to get out.