On a hazy wednesday morning two stoners are were lying against the edge of the indoor community pool, surrounded by old women they talk about stuff.
“I heard she used to one of the backup singers on one of Michael Jackson’s world tours.”, Steven said after he made his toes resurface.
They both look over to the back of the pool, at an middle aged woman wearing an impossible small bathing suit, her body blocked out the sunlight coming in through the big windows behind her.
A group of women got into the lower end of the pool and an instructor was standing on the edge with a boom box.
“Can you imagine all of these walking dead used to be hot babes?” Steven asked his friend.
His friend belonged to the quite type and only raised his shoulders in an uncertain maybe.
Steven turned to his friend, “So what does your dream girl look like? For mine, google quirky and she should be on the first page.”
He looked at his silent friend that instead of answering with words, used hands gestures to indicate big breasts and a vagina.
They both laughed until their jaws hurt, the instructor turned up the volume of his boom box.
An old man was swimming towards them, always swimming with his mouth wide open.
“That guy is as close to a fish, a person can get. I mean all that water he’s taking in, he’s like 99% water IN water! And even if he pees it all out, he will drink it again.”, Steven rattled.
“A vicious circle.”, His friend finally spoke.
The ladies were jumping up and down, their instructor had a microphone stuck to his head, “Come on ladies, let’s pump up the pace.”
And so they did, their rapid underwater movement created a tidal wave that headed towards them.
The old man ride the wave like a human surfboard, the waves crashed down on the two buddies.
When the water rushed back into the pool, they were flapping around like two fish on dry land gasping for air.
Or maybe they just needed to smoke some more fraggle rock.
“I heard she used to one of the backup singers on one of Michael Jackson’s world tours.”, Steven said after he made his toes resurface.
They both look over to the back of the pool, at an middle aged woman wearing an impossible small bathing suit, her body blocked out the sunlight coming in through the big windows behind her.
A group of women got into the lower end of the pool and an instructor was standing on the edge with a boom box.
“Can you imagine all of these walking dead used to be hot babes?” Steven asked his friend.
His friend belonged to the quite type and only raised his shoulders in an uncertain maybe.
Steven turned to his friend, “So what does your dream girl look like? For mine, google quirky and she should be on the first page.”
He looked at his silent friend that instead of answering with words, used hands gestures to indicate big breasts and a vagina.
They both laughed until their jaws hurt, the instructor turned up the volume of his boom box.
An old man was swimming towards them, always swimming with his mouth wide open.
“That guy is as close to a fish, a person can get. I mean all that water he’s taking in, he’s like 99% water IN water! And even if he pees it all out, he will drink it again.”, Steven rattled.
“A vicious circle.”, His friend finally spoke.
The ladies were jumping up and down, their instructor had a microphone stuck to his head, “Come on ladies, let’s pump up the pace.”
And so they did, their rapid underwater movement created a tidal wave that headed towards them.
The old man ride the wave like a human surfboard, the waves crashed down on the two buddies.
When the water rushed back into the pool, they were flapping around like two fish on dry land gasping for air.
Or maybe they just needed to smoke some more fraggle rock.
