they are an item, mother and son
This week at the pool was the usual sight: beginners planting themselves like a lummox in the fast lane, and something more. Guess who I bumped into again!? It's that mother-and-son pair who I spot too often. The mum is about 50+ and the son is maybe 30+, and they hang out together all the time: I see them at the library, on the bus, on the streets, now in the swimming pool and at the theatre (OK, that time the son was finally alone). I've seen them at my locals so often that I'm wondering if they are stalking me, or me stalking them? It's ever so sweet to have your (physically healthy) mother in tow everywhere you go, but not when you are a grown-up. Anyways, I only noticed them in the pool because as I stepped in, the mother was telling me to beware of a rude swimmer who splashes water onto women's hair as he freestyles; how weird is that!? I smiled at her then minded my own business. Then, one after another, the mother and son slowly paddled forward, just like two giant, emotionless frogs.
For more on floating amphibians, flesh or plastic, read this cute story. (by way of Z)