Who steals a towel from someone while they are in the pool?

Charmaine left around 6:30 this morning to drive to Hood River, OR to visit her brother. I wasn’t going to go back to sleep at 6:30, so I decided I’d get my lazy butt to the pool, even if it was only for a short workout.

I got to the pool about 7:10. The aqua-cows had already vacated the premesis. There were two younger guys swimming in the fast lane, two fat people wading into the slow lane, some people in the hot tub, but nobody in the middle lane. As I walked out from the locker room, and old man stepped into the one and only shower out by the pool. Sure, I could have gone back into the locker room and showered, but I was worried that he was going to ace me out and take the middle lane away. I decided to forego the mandatory shower and get right in. I hung my blue towel next to the only other towel on the rack, which was an old gray towel that had seen better days (more than one hole torn in it, despite being fairly thick material).

I was in the pool for about 45 minutes. During that time, all the people that had been there when I arrived left. Some other people came and left, and still others had arrived and were still there. The old beater towel was still there, but my blue towel was gone.

Who steals a towel from someone while they are still in the pool?

The kicker is that this is the second time this has happened to me. I know people are tired when they get up in the morning, but are they really so tired that they can’t remember that they brought a really crappy towel with them? One that looks like it was abandoned and then stolen from the lost and found? Maybe I’ve stumbled upon something with that statement.

At any rate, I’m fairly upset about it. At least it wasn’t one of our really good towels that I bring from time to time.

500 Free warm-up
3 x 100 Free @ 2:05 (coming in under 1:10)
1 x 100 Kicking
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900 yards (pathetic, yes, but at least I got my butt out of bed)