There’s a gentleman at the Canada Games Centre that I met in the pool a year or more ago who always had an amusing story to relate. When our more casual “class” in the shallow end of the big pool met Friday morning (while the real class was exercising in the deep end), he was ready to entertain.

Since there’s now a regular Friday morning class happening at that time in the shallow end, I don’t see him as often – I mainly run into him after class as he’s waiting for his wife to finish dressing and join him.

I ran into him today.

“What’s today’s story?” I asked him.

“The trump sandwich”, he answered.

“trump sandwich?” I asked

“Yes,” he said.

“Two slices of white bread
Filled with lots of boloney
Topped with ample Russian dressing
and a very tiny pickle!”

I left the Games Centre with a smile!