I think my boss just solved one of the mysteries of the universe this morning. We Dallasites played host to cloud-free 70-degree weather all weekend, so everyone in the office is sunburned, save for me. I was busy finishing God of War, but I'll get to that later. But the boss comes in sunburned and I comment that everyone in the office is equally burned. He then mentions how he fell asleep at the pool, which leads one to frequently ponder, "Why is it that everyone always falls asleep at the pool and it's acceptable?"
I mean, are we allowed to just lay out on our desks at work and catch some Z's? Or snoring while waiting in the drive-thru at Chick-Fil-A? Nope. Yet it's perfectly acceptable, nay, expected, to fall asleep at "the pool." As if that was the one place where anyone of any race/gender/species can go to lay around and sleep. And all because there is a four-to-eight-foot deep body of chlorinated water not five feet away.
Stunningly simple when you think about it. All one needs is to be next to a pool, and you can get away with sleepiong soundly for hours. No wonder public pools all have fencing around them: The owners have to keep non-paying customers away from a good afternoon's sleep.
Either that or they want to see kids behind bars.