This weekend Gary and I were hanging out at the swimming pool in our apartment complex. We are often lucky enough to get the pool to ourselves, which is completely more awesome than sharing it with other humans.
Because other humans are strange. Particularly the ones that live in our apartment complex.
For example, you've got the elderly gentleman who brings his twittering, vodka-sauced, bedazzled lady friends home with him, after treating them to the early-bird dinner at the Legion.
Then there's the odd ball couple of duuuudes that live a couple floors below us who seem to spend every single weekend moving furniture in and out of the building.
And who can forget the very short dude with glasses who is just a wee bit too friendly in the elevators. And by wee bit too friendly, I mean, hyper-paranoid and convinced the government is watching him, me, Gary, you, and the rest of the nation. And when the government is done watching us it plans to have us all killed.
But possibly the weirdest people of all are the couple we encountered mid-swim.
They appeared normal, by all measures available to the naked eye. They walked into the room with towels, strolled across the deck and opened the door out on to the patio off the pool area.
Then they proceeded to roll out those towels. Did I mention that the towels were wiggling?
Okay, well, in those towels? A cat.
And a bunny.
Cat and bunny were tied to the patio with shoelace leashes while their owners went for a dip. I could not believe my eyes.
The indignity became too much, and thankfully, the He in this pet-owning couple got out of the pool.
And untied the leashes.
Do you know how you can tell it's time to cut a swim short?
Unleashed felines and rabbits running amuck about the indoor pool.
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