Share a Lane (or Piss and Vinegar)

I just swam at Franklin. Halfway though my workout I had to move out of my lane to allow a lady to use the special chair lift. The pool was full. So I had to see who might share a lane. 

I asked a lady permission and she said yes but her whole demeanor said NO. So I backed off. She said, "I said yes, what else do you want me to say!" I jumped into the next lane to escape her and apologized to the nice lady who didn't mind that I had done so. 

I avoided the crabby lady in the locker room. I knew she wanted to say more to me so I lingered in the shower thinking, "douche, douche, douche" while she used the hair dryer. I stared at the floor as she tried to catch my eye. I held my breath as I dressed hoping she would hurry up and leave. I heard her squeeze her bathing suit and zip up her bag. I finally exhaled. She was gone. 

My brain placed a huge black X over her wrinkly rat face. 

This is how I feel about so many people. I wish I was a runner and could avoid the assholes. But they run you off the road or worse. So it isn't possible to avoid the badly behaved humans.

In the car I turned on the WHRB Blues Hangover on the way home and played it loud.  Perhaps I need to keep rotating pools since I keep on x-ing out the cunts and bastards in this world. 

Poor crabby lady, she has to live with herself! That's a fate worse than death.