For the past couple of months my partner and I have been going swimming a couple of times a week in a vague attempt to build some sort of core stamina to see us through the coming apocalypse. We generally divide our time between three different pools (depending on the timing and location of various post-work activities). At one of these, we often encounter Competitive Dad. This is a thing inspired by his terrible chat. I hope his poor daughters rebel hard.
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