An Open Letter to the Girl in the String Bikini (white and green, with what looked like hibiscus [?] on it, with string ties on both the top and the bottom, I would guess from the Gap, perhaps...) who at six pm on Monday (which happens to be the busiest time at the pool: usually all of the lanes are full at this time; in fact, there are often people waiting at this time) asked me whether (as the person next to me had just gotten out and all the other lanes were full of people doing laps as it is, as is detailed very clearly on the schedule [and very clearly by the people doing laps] lap swim) I might possibly not mind (mind? Why would I mind?) sharing (at this point I notice that you have neither goggles, a hairtie for your long blond hair, nor a kickboard [so I'm guessing that either the hair is going in the water or you really aren't]) a lane with you (at this point I am really curious, but also have to rinse off, change clothes, and go lift, so I tell you that the lane is all yours and hop out...never to find out what exactly you were doing in the pool in a string bikini with your hair down during lap swim):
Seriously?
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