Awww

Yesterday Lyle and I went to Frankie’s Fun Park and played a few games. Only a few cause they’re really freaking expensive!

(We also played mini-golf, 2 for the price of 1: I was buying my pass. Lyle: ehh I don’t really feel like playing. So we only get one ball, but we grab two clubs anyway cause they were outside [did you know anyways isn’t a word??] yaaay. And then I threw golf ball into the freakishly blue pond)

We won a total of 105 tickets, and then found 3 more for a total of 108. But still the prize guy let us get a watergun (100) AND a tattoo (10). WOW!

Then Lyle took me to Cheesecake Factory and we were sitting near the bar and the waitress brought us our water in beer mugs with handles and later I was like I really like the handles so my hands don’t get cold and she was like yeah it’s romantic! Inside I’m thinking huh? Then I realized she thought I was talking about the candle.

Duhhe artist o

Yesterday, Lyle and I were driving towards Wilmington and there was a song whose artist I didn't know so I opened the app on my phone to SHAZAM! so that my phone could process it. After pressing "Tag it," I hold my phone up to the front center of the car with the screen where all the buttons and dials are so that it can hear.

Lyle: "I love how you still hold the phone up to the dashboard even though the speakers are on the side."

Suddenly I flash back to last week when we had this conversation.

Went shopping last week for tax-free weekend. Only bought 3 things and 2 of them were work pants even though I don't even have a job anymore. Free day yesterday!! Made guacamole and ate lots of snacks.

Favourite type of humor:

Platitudes applied in inappropriate situations.

Irrational fear? I think not.

After about a week of nearly uninterrupted inactivity, I decided to ask my mom to let me off at the swimming pool - we had to go to the further one because the other one is vacated every Tuesday and Thursday by two groups of endearing swimmers. 3 minutes before we arrived, I found myself becoming extremely drowsy and began napping. Once we got there, I suggested that my mom and I could perhaps both nap together just for a bit in the parking lot. She just looked at me and I was about to get out when I realized I was still wearing my [old, disgusting, smelly] black flats with no sandals to be found in the immediate vicinity!!!

I relayed this alarming message to my mother who was not in the least moved by my outburst. Remembering an unpleasant wart incident freshman year from using public gym showers while unshod plus Lyell's disgusting foot story PLUS this bit I read in Ripley's Believe It or Not book about this boy who come down with some sort of syndrome where his body is unable to fight off warts and he subsequently grows warts like trees and they have to be removed and they end up weight pounds and pounds...yeah. But I grudgingly step out despite all this because I also remember that my mom has been kind enough to drive me over here so I better get out or face a long car ride home of silent treatment peppered with annoyed sighs and loaded comments.

While walking towards the locker room, I try to come up with some sort of plan that will allow me to shower after I swim without my feet making contact with the shower floor. I remember that there are bins and bins of flippers which brightens me up. Plus all the lifeguards are boys so no one of "authority" could really step into the locker room after me to recover the borrowed flippers, if they even noticed. With this bright notion, I willed myself to walk all the way through the locker room out onto the pool deck WITHOUT SHOES... (the pool deck is considered *safe* in my head because it is watered down daily and people don't shower on the pool deck, which is not to say it is potentially just as gross as the locker room area) I cringe as my feet touch the locker room floor which is some kind of weird plastic-y material with tiny raised circle bits. I console myself that the bad germs probably fall through the circle bits so my feet are touching a somewhat clean surface. I make it through with only one tiny whimper, which is masked from others by people showering.

Once out on the pool deck, I immediately head for the flipper bins to get my size flippers. I ruffle through but they all seem too big. It does not occur to me (until right now) that it doesn't matter if the flippers would be able to stay on while I kick because I do not intend to utilize them in that particular manner.

THEN, I remember the lost and found box and excitedly stride purposefully over. It is quite full which fills me with hope. The chance that one pair of shoes will be contaminated with contagious filth is way smaller than the chance that there is some lying about on the ground. The first footwear item I come across is a high-heeled shoe. I momentarily contemplate this for a moment, picture myself wearing it in the shower, and wish very hard that there is something else. Then - - - is that a flip-flop??! YES! YES! A thong sandal! My toes fit through! A little more digging reveals that it is in fact one of two! SUCCESS!!!!! No matter that they are about a size 4 and I normally wear 7 1/2s, they mean that my feet don't touch the ground as I amble around!

Although smaller than my feet, they are quite comfortable and I pondered whether I would take them if they were my size. However, they are dirty and if I took them home, what would I use next time I forgot my sandals?

((Yes, I did realize that I could forgo the shower but mi madre was coming in an hr-ish and I didn't intend to swim THAT long and sitting around stewing in a wet bathing suit is unappealing as well. Plus I had brought along such a very clean towel and did not want to soak it up in some chloriney water))

Walking through the locker room with no shoes really gave me the chills. Thinking back on it is discomforting.