I was walking from my car to the front door at Kennedy, when out should appear but a group of four Kennedy boys’ swimmers, in green Speedos, sprinting in the parking lot and screaming about the cold, a trail of barefoot prints following them every step of the way.
It’s January, boys. It’s 15 above.
Reminded me of the Seinfeld “shrinkage” episode.
Costanza: “I was in the pool!”