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Shampoo Thief

This morning when I got out of the shower my watchdogs (those that had exited the shower before me) alerted me that some random lap swimmer had perused my swim basket and filled up her own plastic shampoo container with MY coconut milk shampoo!

Far from making me angry, this has been making me laugh all morning. I am constantly surprised by the ballsy things people do/think they have the right to do. At a certain point it just becomes funny. Like when someone shops your personal toiletry bucket for shampoo then helps themselves to copious quantities of it in front of a whole gang of fellow swimmers.

Hilarious. I guess it's only funny because my shampoo is so damn cheap. And because I was high from the awesome workout:

*warmup: 6 x 100's free

*100, 200, 300, 400, 400, 300, 200, 100: descend up then down

*3 x 200's free descending

Shampoo thief or no, that was a feel-good workout.

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Anonymous said…
What kind of cheap coconut milk shampoo do you use? I am intrigued. Does it take out the chlorine well? I am looking for something good.

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