So we get in the pool at 2:00 sharp, and about 15 minutes into the swim, the sky is growing darker and darker and we notice LIGHTNING in the distance! (There are big glass doors all around this huge pool, and 2 of them are OPEN!)
So I yell: 'HEY, LIFE-GUARD!!! LIFE-GUARD!!! SHOULD THOSE DOORS BE OPEN? IT'S STARTING TO LIGHTNING OUTSIDE!" And this punk-kid life-guard, maybe 19 or 20 years old, smirks at me and goes: "Lightning?" Like he's brain-dead.
And I go: "YEAH, LIGHTNING! ISN'T THIS DANGEROUS?"
He looks like Curious George, only he's not curious enough I guess. And he goes, again: "You saw lightning?"
Me: "Yeah!"
And then all the sudden the whole sky goes BLACK and MORE LIGHTNING starts flashing and all these whistles start going off and on the loudspeaker, some guy SCREAMING (barely deciperable, like the noise of a subway conductor): 'EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE POOL GET OUT THE POOL - NOW - GET OUT OF THE POOL."
So we all high-tail it for the locker room, where we sit around for a little while throughout the storm and as soon as it let up a little, me and Maria got the hell out of there. We can take just so much of this fuckin' crowd.
There was flooding all over the roads coming home, but we pretty much missed all the thunder and lightning. We managed to have a few laughs.
It was good to get a little swim-on and to see Maria. I needed it, STORM STORY-drama and all.
When I got home, Chris had piled up chairs by the front door because he said Herman had been losing his mind and trying to claw his way out of the apartment. Which never makes any sense to me, unless he perhaps thinks he's gonna find me out there somewhere, battling the inclement environment and needing his assistance.
When I got in and sat down, Herman stood in front of me barking for 2 solid minutes (scolding me), and then laid his head in my lap for another half hour.
And we're all still alive.
Good day, good day.
The End.
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