"They're Retired"

This past weekend, Crisp whisked me away on a surprise weekend getaway to Downtown Providence in celebration of our three-year dating anniversary. Our hotel had an indoor swimming pool, and on Saturday morning, we decided to take a dip.

Aside from one young girl, who kept herself (and her very large goggles) occupied in the 3-foot-deep water, we had the pool to ourselves. While we were lapping up the privacy in the deep end, I thought of how nice it would be to be swimming in an outdoor pool, under the hot sun. I remembered that my aunt and uncle in North Carolina have a pool, and I suggested to Crisp that we visit them later in the summer.

"We could drive down," I said, holding onto the edge of the pool and kicking my feet out behind me. "It's not too long of a drive."

Crisp swam up closer to me. "How long does it take to drive down there?" he asked.

"Hmm, 14 hours, maybe? Or 16? I don't know exactly. If it's too long, we can split the drive into two days. We can stay over somewhere in Delaware or Pennsylvania... or Virginia! Virginia is for lovers." I smiled at him.

"Well, what do they do?" Crisp asked.

I stopped kicking my feet, and looked at him funny. "They're retired."

Crisp returned my puzzled look, and said, "What?! Where did you get that from? I meant, do they drive it all in one day or make a stop somewhere?"

"Oh," I said. That made more sense. "They stop in Atlantic City to gamble."

Crisp began to laugh. "'They're retired,'" he mocked me with a girly voice. "I know they're retired! I've met them! We were talking about the drive!"

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