When temperatures are hitting the three digit mark and the only wet spot in my yard is from a faucet dip, I don’t take kindly to my neighbors splashing around in their WET swimming pool.
Strange how a little body of water can liven things up. These people are one big whoopee group all summer long, 24 hours a day. Jumping in and out the pool and on weekends and holidays, off a make- shift diving board.
Once in a while I’m invited over for a swim. I have a two- piece skirted swimsuit (that’s the envy of everyone on the street,) which doesn’t fit in with the dime-size bikinis perched on the side of the pool.
These water nymphs had to come in a package deal with the pool or either they were listed on Craig’s List. I have no idea where the guys in the Speedos came from.
I know for a fact these neighbors don’t know anyone that could fit into a pint size bikini -much less have one for a friend. Most of their swimming pals have varicose veins, gut overhang and waddle arms, and only expose the tops of their feet to the sun if it’s a cloudy day.
Back to those guys in Speedos, wonder if any of them come with a blow-up pool?