I was today years old when I discovered the downside of apartment complex living…
I came home from work, grabbed my float, and headed to the pool because it was completely empty. You know… the dream.
Approximately 37 seconds into peak relaxation mode, someone shows up, sits down, and starts a full-blown conversation.
Ma’am… I didn’t come to the pool to socialize. I came to marinate in silence like a rotisserie chicken.
She talked my ear off for a solid 10 minutes while I nodded along pretending to care, when all I really wanted to do was float around like the human pool noodle I was born to be.
The most confusing part? I know I don’t give off “please come tell me your life story” energy. If anything, my face usually says, “I’m recharging… proceed with caution.”
Needless to say, my peaceful pool therapy turned into an unexpected and unwanted social event. 😖
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