Every day, week after week, the same swimmers swim. First there's the born-again who looks like Golem, who tries to tell everyone about his latest Jesus sighting before they dive in. Then there's Noodle Lady. Noodle Lady swims backwards up and down the lanes while holding a noodle and wearing a white hat. And there's Snorkel Man--he swims in an entire diving get-up. It takes him as long to put on his gear as it does to swim. He paddles slowly up and down the lanes staring at the bottom of the pool, occasionally pointing out Band-Aids and hair clips to the life guards. And then there's always Nick who can't share his lane. He must be at least fifty, but he still doesn't know how to share. Anyone tries, he lets them know. Everyone else squeezes into their lanes while Nick happily swims in a lane all to himself for two hours or more ---that is, unless the elderly deaf lady comes in her flowered suit. She doesn't know why Nick says to her or why gets out of the water and glares while she floats in slow circles, looking like the happiest swimmer in the pool. Of course everyone gets out if there's a code brown . . .
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