1) One day last week, I went to the local pool with 60 campers.
2) On that same day, I called two people, “Shark girl”.
Ok, I’m starting with the second story. I had learned over Skype that my niece had an adult tooth appear before the baby tooth fell out. She had, as my mother said, “what looked like two rows of teeth.” Hey, just like a shark.
At work, but before I went to the pool, a coworker told me about a mysterious gap in his girlfriend’s swimming ability – she couldn’t tread water. Quote, “If she stopped moving, she would drown.” Hey, just like a shark.
Man, I worked so hard at the pool to find an excuse to call someone shark-girl, or even shark-boy, but with no success.