Back in the pool

Well, I managed to get a swim in this week. On my way from the locker room to the pool, the couple sitting and chatting in the hot tub asked me to turn on the jets that had just turned off. It didn’t want to work for me even though I tried. The woman got out and fixed it. I got into the pool.

I did my swim. Sat in the steam room for a few minutes and then I got into the hot tub. The man got out, leaving the woman to chat with me. At first, she chatted about training as a lifeguard when she was a teenager. Then she complained about being sore from moving boxes. Then she went into a long rant about how her brother is stealing her father’s house from under her after the father died and the brother evicted her. She went into every item that her brother took from her. I excused myself and went to go shower. She followed me to the locker room.

I managed to get into the shower alone but I could hear the woman telling another woman her story. The other woman left as I was getting out of the shower. I got to my locker after the first woman complimented my teal- colored towel, telling me it matched my skin. She was standing there stark naked as she chatted with me.

She started into more of her family history, including the fact that she was almost “four score and ten” and a story about her mother disowning her when she was 5, and finally forgiving her mother just before the mother died. At this point, I was fully dressed and wondering if she was going to be headed to my car with me. She did not. I let her leave before me and I stalled a bit by looking at the list of free training sessions available. I did not sign up, but I looked.

I always wonder how I get myself into these conversations. Talent, I guess?