Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon?

I was invited to train at a local Country Club this morning.  It was a 26 meter pool.  That's not a typo.  Why you would ever make a pool a single meter longer than an international regulation length is beyond me.  It was a good practice alongside some current College swimmers.  I can't imagine I'll be making this a normal routine partially due to the sheer quantity of hairballs floating around the pool.  I saw them (yes, plural) as soon as I started swimming but hoped they would just stay away from me.  The things were so extensive that they looked like hair dreads, others looked like dust bunnies.   We began naming them at one point.  Shortly after warmup, I had two other swimmers react in horror as I had a huge clump of hair over my shoulder.  I swear it was right out of a scary movie or something, the look I saw on their faces...  It was comparable to the moment when you see the killer behind a character and the other person can't even get the words out of their mouth in time to save the victim.  These other swimmers were speechless... just trying to point and describe with their hands the grotesque item on my shoulder/chest.  Some kid behind me grabbed it and threw it off me like it was a scorpion or some dangerous animal.
 
The whole thing was worth a laugh.
 
Doing backstroke in the pool was pretty pointless.  It was overcast and the pool lacked lanelines where i was swimming.  I frequently ended up in another lane in my desperate attempts to swim straight.  The whole experience was a nice change of scenery though.