
And then I am at my destination, working for da man.
On the trip back to my car, if it is a fine day, I usually see kids cris-crossing though the jets, swimming trunks so sopped full of water that they are drooping.
Y'all they look so merry.
One of these beastly hot days, I am going to drop my lunch bag and purse, and just walk into that water and get absolutely soaked. I am going to drop the shackles of adulthood, and be a merry kid. It is going to be awesome.
Until I realize I will now have to walk the rest of the way in clingy wet clothes. Ick.
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