So cries the Prima Dona with indignation in
The Phantom of the Opera.
I felt like saying that yesterday.
It was eleven in the morning and Mom had dropped my brothers and I off at the indoor pool. Through a combination of us being sick, us being busy, the pool being busy, etc, I had not been swimming in several months. I was looking forward to an hour of lap-swimming.
The schedule specifically said "lap swim and therapy pool". Therapy pool consists of the little pool at the bottom of the water slide being heated-- leaving the rest of the pool free.
As I was leaving the locker room and going into the pool, I noticed alot-- as in 8 or so-- old women going into the locker room. I, of course, thought that was for the therapy pool. I met my brothers and we headed over to the "circle" where they have a current; we wanted to play Superman by going into the center circle and swimming so fast that we turn the current the other way around. Its lots of fun.
But there were many old people there, walking around.
Okay, maybe this is a part of therapy pool? I know there is current walking... must be part of it.
So we decided to go to the deep end. I would swim laps and William would help Nick learn the freestyle stroke. But just as we reach it, the lifeguard says, "Sorry, you can't go in there. They (indicating to the old people) get to use the deep end."
There was one man swimming in one of the two lanes, and the free part of the deep end was mostly empty. But then a bunch of older people swam by and started
slooooowly swimming laps. It wasn't worth it to push the issue, one because I would get sick of trying to lap them and two because the lifegaurd said not to. :P
So... we got stuck in the three-foot shallow end of the pool for the hour until Mom and Dad came to pick us up. And one of the guys took all the balls, so we couldn't play with the water basketball. About twenty minutes before it was time to go, all the old people started to go.
Good time for a
few minutes of lap swimming, right? Nope. About eleven kids came in, all wearing matching suits and swimcaps. They even had the huge box of swimstuff used by swim teams. Mom thinks it must have been a small Christian school doing some sort of PE. Either way, deep end was blocked off again.
We were playing "kill the dragon," basically climbing all over the floating crocodile toy we named Smaug. That is, until a group of three or four moms (all in bikinis!) and their very little kids came and wanted to play on it. Well, I guess that was okay. Just made us wonder what to do. :P
But the schedule specifically said "LAP SWIM." Not "oh, we have a bunch of people coming and we are going to refuse the public access to ninety percent of our pool" Honestly, if this whole busload of old people want to come (and it appears on a regular basis) and this group of kids, too, they ought to get special times or at least a note on the sceduale so that other people don't waste an hour at the pool, getting no exercise, and getting their school time severely cut into by wading in shallow water.
"These things do happen?!!!!"
Sawwy for the rant. :P