To practice my drowning… I mean, swimming… outside of class, I headed to the local Wills Park Pool.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed it was fairly crowded. That gave me mixed feelings. On one hand, I was about to embarrass myself in front of a lot of people. On the other hand, if I accidentally wandered into the deep end, there would be plenty of witnesses… and hopefully a few willing rescuers.

Fortunately, the parking spot closest to the entrance was open.

Unfortunately, it was reserved for “Rockstars of the Week.”

Now, most sensible people would have parked across the road where there we empty spots.

I am apparently not one of them.

I walked into the front desk and made my case.

“I am learning to swim,” I explained. “It can be independently verified that I sink like a rock. Not just this week, but every single week. Doesn’t that qualify me for that parking spot?”

The nice lady at the front desk did not so much reject my argument as gently shooed me away.

Fair enough.

By the time I came back outside, the spot next to the Rockstar space had opened up.

Honestly, that suited me just fine.

I figured I should probably learn to float in the water before floating any other stupid ideas.