Swimming Adventures

Last winter semester Morgan and I and our now married roommate Karen would go swimming early in the morning at the RB at BYU. Morgan and I decided to start that up again so tonight after dinner we went to the RB and brought along our roomie Stacie. Let me tell you, it was quite the adventure. Morgan's not a BYU student, so we hoped we could just sneak into the pool without too many questions. We never had a problem last year, but then again, we never had gone at night.

We got to the locker room and got towels from the front desk, no problem. Then we started timidly walking into the actual pool area, only to be stopped by an employee asking if we were there for water polo. No? Then where were our wristbands? Um....wristbands? An entirely new concept. So we trooped back to the front desk in the locker room and told them we had forgotten to get our wristbands, hoping that if we were friendly enough they wouldn't ask to see our id cards...right. We were friendly, and they were warm, and we made jokes, and they laughed at our jokes, and then we were sent back to our locker to get our id cards. Hmm. Stacie and I had brought our cards just in case, but Morgan of course doesn't have one. She did bring her id card from BYU Hawaii where she spent last summer term, so we hopefully presented that at the front desk after our two legit cards were swipped. No go. We were told our options for Morgan were to either use up our one freebie for forgetting an id card (we implied that Morgan was still a BYU student) or pay $5 for a guest pass. No thanks.

The nice front desk student directed us to the office to go to in able to get our pass. It just so happened that the office was clear on the other side of the RB....so we wrapped our miniature towels as much around our bodies as possible, gathered our dignity, and trod barefoot out of the locker room and down the hall full of steaming, sweaty, and seemingly staring students down to the office that seemed leagues away, our barefeet slapping the cold tile. One girl asked us if we were looking for the pool...no, thank you, we're not, but thanks for asking. Then another boy (I tried not to make eye contact with him, hoping he wouldn't notice us) recognized us and said "158th ward, 158th ward, 158th ward" each time pointing at a different one of us. Yes, thank you for noticing.

We made it to the office and I hid my arm that all ready had the wrist band, while Stacie told the student worker there that I had forgotten my id and needed to use my freebie. Morgan couldn't have done it because the worker looked me up in the student database. We walked back to the locker room and Stacie used her two hands to get my extra wristband off, which was promptly transferred to Morgan's arm.

Once in the pool we were only talked to once because Morgan was wearing a tankini, but then we were fine. Phew!