Singing in the pool

During the weekend, Chris and I were enjoying a nice leisurely swim at the pool (whilst my rodent nemesis wreaked havoc upon an innocent, crusty baguette). Two women and a man were playing water polo. I, of course, had just discovered the joy of noseplugs and was enjoying being able to swim underwater with both arms. I was trying not to imagine the joy I would feel when this group would invite me to practice with them. I also tried not to imagine the subsequent ass-kicking they would receive, and and my daydream of how I would go on to become a water-polo olympic athlete, complete with product sponsorships. Something practical... like Converse and Benefit Cosmetics.

One of the women kept chattering. Then she would break into a random song, before continuing with some kind of extended verbal commentary.

"Huh," said Chris, who had just risen from the water with his water mask. "She's like a five-year-old... making noise just for the sake of making noise." Then he looked at me... pointedly.

Naturally, I had been doing some sort of weird combination of humming and clucking like a chicken for my own amusement. "Of course you're right," I said. "Some people just never know when to shut up."

One day, when I am rich and moderately powerful -- enough to inflict crushing debt onto my foes -- he will wish he was much nicer to me.