You Have to be Smart

“What did I forget today?” I muse

as we near the gym.

Recently, in a row

  I have forgotten my water shoes,

    Which is the worst.

    I didn’t know if I could bear

    to walk on those germy floors

    barefoot.

  My swim cap.

  My goggles.

  My towel.

“Oh, no.  I forgot my swim suit.”

“You didn’t?

Do you have another one?”

“Yes.  An old rag I keep in my gym bag.”

“That’s smart,” DeRay consoles.

“You have to be smart when you’re dumb,” I declare.

In my defense, I had two pair of water shoes in my bag.