Back in the summer, Jess and I were relaxing at my old apartment complex's pool. Enjoying a cocktail, as we do. People watching, as we do. Sunbathing, as she does and I never do.
We stopped our conversation to observe a black man in the pool, groaning and splashing around, a lot. Instinctively, I thought he was mentally handicapped. From the splashing that his legs were doing, one could infer that the man was swimming, but his lack of momentum and wide-open eyes would imply otherwise. Additionally, he was grunting -- the kind of grunt from a person who is out of breath but afraid to take a breath, in this case because of the water that threatened to enter his lungs.
Neither said "thank you."