Olympic Size

I had a boss once who was from England. Ok, let me preface this by saying I love England. But they do some strange things. Ever try to eat a pork pie? And why is your whole yard called a garden? Bonnet? No, it's a hood.

And I won't even get into the proper pronunciation of aluminum.

So, anyhow. I was invited to my boss' house for a summer pool party. He talked about this pool party for two months. Reminded all of us to bring our swimming suits, towels, and beverages probably a dozen times. He told us nobody in the UK has a pool. Extremely rare. The fact that he had a pool at his rental house just made him feel like royalty in America.

So, the big day finally came. Having grown up in and around pools, I was sort of excited, but perhaps not sure about seeing all my co-workers in Speedos.

As I entered his back yard (sorry, garden), I saw a small kiddie pool there. But where was the POOL pool? I asked him "Where is the grown-up pool?"

"Grown-up pool?" He said with surprise.

OMG. It hit me like a ton of bricks. This WAS his pool.

For two months he had been living under the delusion that he had a real swimming pool! I guess he had never seen an actual example before.

You should have seen us taking turns "swimming" in the pool.