(1) The old fat people swimming head-up breaststroke at the Krommerijn always seem to feel the need to drift into MY lane. There are no lane lines, so we can't really circle-swim, meaning we have to just sort of dodge around each other. I always make a point of blowing past them fast, so they'll get out of my way and I don't have to keep watching out for them. Usually they do, eventually, but it's annoying. I'm usually one of, oh, maybe three people in the pool actually doing a visible workout... can't you go swim with your agemates and leave those of us who are actually training alone?
(2) I'm sitting in the academic building, and in spite of the sign which says QUIET AREA - NO PHONES, there is still a girl jabbering away in Spanish at top volume on her cell phone.
(3) Another (American) girl, next to her, just said something to her (American) friends like, "You know, those baby cells, like, stem cells, that turn into the other cells in your body? Well, they can turn into anything, right, and so there was this guy the other day I heard about who had, like, teeth and hair in his stomach."
"Eeeewww!" her friends squealed.
I turned around and said, "Sorry, but as far as I know, stem cells don't actually work like that. If he had teeth and hair in his stomach, it could have been his twin brother who died before birth or something, but it couldn't be his own stem cells that did it."
She shrugged and turned away from me without answering, and when one of her friends asked how she'd heard about the guy, she said smugly, "My boyfriend's a doctor."
"That sounded so cool!" her friend shrieked, "'My boyfriend's a doctor'..."
Cue much hysterical laughter and ignoring of me. Sigh. Have I mentioned that I hate always being surrounded by 18-year-olds?
(4) Miss My-Boyfriend's-A-Doctor is now also on the phone. Also loudly. Joy.