I went to the pool yesterday, and as I strolled along the pool deck contemplating the bizarre combination of tan lines I currently sport, an older gentleman walked up to me. Nice guy with a big smile.
I look at him confused.
“Your feet,” he says.
And then, he looks at me more closely, and realizes that I’m not who he thought I was. He explains: There’s a woman who swims here, and she kicks really fast. She said it was because she has size ten feet.
He thought I was the woman with the size ten feet who kicks really fast.
Well, I’m not The Woman. But I do have size ten feet. And sometimes, I kick pretty fast.