I SMELL LIKE CHLORINE

Sometimes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, if I don't have any serious pressing work, I will sneak out of school for an hour and go swimming at the YWCA. Oh how I love the Y, all those pretty gay boys in their tight shorts toting yoga mats. And you gotta love the plump little Russian ladies with their red lipstick and their old world perfume. Before getting in the water last Tuesday, I noticed a chart on the wall that said 32 laps = 1 mile. This was a pleasant surprise because up until that point, I thought 36 laps made a mile. I was wondering why I couldn't get my mile under 35 minutes. Now I know.