Remember the time I was laying (lying?) out at the pool, on the grass, very prego...and some nice soul came and offered me her lounge chair? That was great.
I came to the pool today. Just me, my diet coke, and my book. Not a lounge chair to be found.
Well, plenty of chairs... reserved with a towel. Seriously, 90%.
I'm kind of of the opinion that if you want a chair, you should be sitting in it. Of course, some swimming is reasonable. But... I bet there are some (most?) pool-goers who unload all their gear on a chair and take off to the pool for the next 3 hours. Then they grab their stuff and head home, not even sitting in said chair.
I better come right at noon for a chair next time...or be really prego.
That's all. Soapbox over.
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