Gaga

In between creating a cheat sheet for tomorrow AP European History test, which will quite possibly be the sole determinant in whether I go to Spring Break or not, I am finding a bit of time to compose this little ditty. It seems only right, since I skipped out on yesterday.

I have found that I am missing swim practice a little bit. Not for the swimming itself. Oh no, god not that. In fact, I have become very content with my newfound laziness. No, the thing I really miss about swim practice is all the characters I encountered in the locker room at the Mecklenburg County Aquatic Center. I miss Dean-0. Well, this is a self-proclaimed name for the man. But he just looked like a Dean-0. This fella came up to me one day and just started staring at me as I was getting dressed. I was a bit scared at first, until I took a closer look at the chap. Probably about 50 years old, and with a heavy case of some sort of something; could have been Down's, I'm not sure. Something wasn't quite right about him, and I instantly went from being scared to sympathetic, and (yes, I know it's terrible) a bit amused. I finished dressing, and to my surprise, the man grabbed my arm and stared into my eyes. At that moment, I noticed another man, seemingly of normal brain capacity, watching him from the corner. "Come on, Bill, it's time to go," called the man (I ignored the tag of "Bill"; he'll always be Dean-0 to me). Dean-0 released my arm and followed his suitor out the door. I watched the pair go.

And there were a bunch of characters like dear sweet Dean-0 that I would meet every single day. It's just the way it was at that joint. If I ever go back to swimming, the first thing I'll do is head to the locker room to seek out some of my long-lost misfit buddies of yesteryear.