On Friday I went swimming after work as usual. I had just finished a half mile plus two laps when I saw a hand waving above my head when I got to the end of the lane. I looked up. A club employee said, "I have to ask you to get out of the pool because of the lightening strikes." "You do?" I replied with a rising inflection as if he had asked, "I just found a wad of money and my manger said I had to share it with everyone in the room so I am going to have to give you this $100 bill." When lightening strikes, it is time to stop exercising - it's like a message from the woman upstairs.
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