old people talk at the pool...

The other day I was floating in the pool at LaSolana when Frank, who is eighty eight years old, says to me, "I saw your girlfriend out here today with another guy. I thought you said she was your girl. It sure doesn't look like it."

It's the opposite going on here, Frank has the hots for this gal & she is uninterested, thus causing him to turn his failure on me. I play along for the hell of it.

"Frank, she was never my girl. You were the one who had the hots for her. Don't get me wrong, she's an attractive lady. There was never anything there though. I could tell it when are eyes first gazed at one another. I knew she would never be my girl," the truth of the matter is she couldn't pick me out of a line up. 

"Don't give me that," he says insistently, "She dumped you for one of these old guys. How does that make you feel?"

"Not too bad since she was never my girl to begin with. Why don't you ask her out if you are so interested. She might tell her new guy to take a hike & start hanging out with you."

"Do you think so?"

"Probably not good buddy," is all I can muster.

There is a distinguished gentlemen who frequents the pool most afternoons. His name is Carmine & he tilts way to the right. The other day we had a brief conversation about Hunter Biden's lap top while floating around in the shallow end.

"This is complete bullshit on what Twitter is doing. Things like this is how communism gets its roots."

I had no idea what he was referring to...he explains it to me.

"They're suppressing the Hunter Biden/Russia story. They don't want the masses to see how crooked the Biden's really are," adding to his rant, "It turns out the moron had a bunch of top secret stuff on his lap top implicating all the shady deals he did while daddy was vice president. Some kind of genius this guy is. He takes the computer to get fixed and forgets where it is. He was probably coked out of his mind. The computer ends up in the hands of the FBI & they are not pushing the issue either. It's a sham!"

"So what does this got to do with Twitter?"

"They disconnect anyone who posts about it."

I wasn't sure if he had the story exactly right. The truth is I could care less. I didn't want to tell him that because I knew it would be a no win situation for me. Turns out, I was already in a no win situation.

"Bummer, so much for that 'October surprise," fully expecting him to reply with irritation.

"Bummer," he says in a mocking tone, "I'm telling you the whole shit house is on fire & that's all you have to say."

I abandon the conversation and wade over to the other side of the pool where Miss Kitty is at.

"It will be nice when the election is over Miss Kitty. I still don't know what people around here will talk about."

"There's always football Rob," is her immediate answer.