There's the one guy in his seventies with only one lung who speaks with a German accent.
"I only got da von huffer," he will explain while he shows you the scar that was created when his lung was removed.
When the ladies' swim class starts (the pool is right in front of the sauna) and all the old dolls come out with their skirt swimsuits and rubber caps with flowers, the one-lung-German-accent guy says, "Here come da vah-ter buffaloes."
The sauna/pool guy I respect the most, however, is Big One Leg. He's also in his seventies and clocks in somewhere around 350 or 400 lbs. He's so big that when he passes in front of you, you actually notice how long your view has been obstructed, sort of like when an elephant goes by in a parade just when you're trying to check out the hottie on the other side of the road. Dude is BIG, and as you might expect from my nickname, Big One Leg only has one leg.
It's really something to watch Big One Leg come out in his giant swim trunks and lumber over to the pool. Then with no small effort, he gets himself situated on the edge, removes his prosthesis, sets it aside, then plops into the water and swims around for awhile.
I find it ironic that the one-lung-German-accent guy doesn't call him a vah-ter buffalo.
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