Choices

Every day we have choices to make, like, do I run the yellow light or slam on my brakes instead? At 5:00 a.m. it's usually "run the yellow". What a rush.

Unless some bitch took my parking spot, or my locker, the next big decision is which swim lane I'm going to get into. Earlier this week Lover Boy and I were getting in the pool at the same time, so being as polite as I know how at that hour of the day I gave him first dibs and asked if he wanted the cute black guy or the skinny white guy. He didn't think it was very funny, but I still do.

Sharin' was smart this morning. She had a choice and got in the lane with Mr. Dumbells. She KNEW that this was a Non-Sharing tactic, because you can't swim circles if one person is water jogging. Very smart. I admire her swim sense.

Also this morning Fat Lumbering Man asked the Womanizer and Wonder Woman, two of the fastest swimmers on earth, if they would swim circles with him. NOT. W and WW had a choice and they decided screw that noise, old man, wait your turn. It's hard to choose what to say if it seems mean but they were right. Fat Lumbering Man waited and took another lane. He was veeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry slooooooooooooooooooow.

On Tuesday, 5:00 a.m., driving 48 mph in a 45 zone, stopped at the red light, started on the green, and damn if I got pulled over by a cop. I turned off the music, which was really loud, and waited. Finally Hurly Burly came up to my window and started with the flashlight thing. I had a choice: sit patiently and let him have his fun, or ask "Why did you pull me over?". I asked (was that dumb?). Apparently one of the light bulbs was out over my license plate - THAT'S why he pulled me over! Christ I didn't even know I HAD a light over my license plate. But he let me go, just "Everything's OK - have a nice day." Choice: I wanted to say "Thanks for trying to fuck it up for me" but I didn't.

When I hit the treadmill I had the best run I'd had in weeks. Must have been the adrenaline. Note to self: take more chances - it's a good buzz.