The kids had a school music concert immediately following swim lessons, so I told them they would have to take a shower at the YMCA because we wouldn’t have time to go home before the concert. Obviously, when I say “take a shower at the YMCA”, I mean with their bathing suits still on. Because that’s what normal people do.
While the kids have their lesson, there are also a couple other classes going on in the pool, including an old lady class. I don’t think that’s what it’s really called, but that’s what it really is. They basically sit in the water the entire time and scowl at the little kids that pass them or ‘get in their way.’ After all, how dare these kids? What will they ever use this useless swimming skill for anyway?
At the end of class, we speed-walked to the locker room to get Mae’s shower over with and get her ready for her program. As we entered the locker room and neared the showers, we saw a very unfortunate and near-blinding scene. An entire group of elderly women showering after their class, WITHOUT their bathing suits on.
Why?
Seriously. Why?
Of all the awkward conversations I ever envisioned having with either of my children, ‘naked old ladies’ was not on the list.
Mae and I both agreed that a little chlorine in the hair for a couple extra hours was acceptable after the mind-shaking trauma we had both just endured. As we exited the locker room, Mae looked up at me and said, “Mommy, that was scary.”
I would have bought her ice cream, but neither of us were hungry for the next three days.
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