Circumstance

i
am
not
very
adept
at this
pseudo-
intellectual,
word-triangle
building nonsense.

as you can see...it's a slow saturday. i went to the bike shop to get a flat fixed. my plan was to walk my bike to the shop, get the fix, then head over to the pool for a quick dip. objective one was completed without a hitch. i arrived at lyons center and started changing into my suits. except i didn't have my suits. they were still hanging on my desk, where i left them to dry the last time i went to the pool. so i threw my shoes back on and started back home, with the intention of picking up my suits, making a quick pitstop in the kitchen for some agua fria, and returning to the pool. fortunately and unfortunately, as i passed the pool, i saw that it was closed for a waterpolo game. of course, there were no signs at the front desk of the lyons center. that would just be too convenient. so on the one hand, i was lucky that i forgot my suits and didn't walk out on the deck and have the whole crowd be like, 'look at this guy, doesn't even know the pool is closed, doesn't know what he's doing in life. what a goober.' and i'm also lucky that i saw that the pool was closed, because i would've been super-mega-pissed if i went all the way back home, got my suits, returned to the pool, and walked out on the deck to have the whole crowd be like, 'look at this guy, doesn't even know the pool is closed, doesn't know what he's doing in life. what a goober.' on the other hand, i want to swim, so i can't find much consolation in the fact that a crowd of strangers didn't get the chance to point out what a goober i am to their friends. i mean, that happens pretty much every day, so one less goober incident isn't going to take away the sting of not being able to work out.