A Pool, in Three Acts
Act One, in which we walk to the convenient pool in Queens and fully expect to see dead bodies when we become aware of the general condition of the facility.Act Two, in which we take the subway to Manhattan and find a much nicer gym with a pool, though it requires a subway trip and half an hour of walking each way, partially through the bedlam that is Times Square. Plus once you finally get to the pool, the likelihood of having to circle swim (more than two people per lane) is unacceptably high.
Act Three, in which I walk twenty-five minutes and take a ferry to the Upper East Side, finding a pool (for the same price) that has seven lap lanes at almost all times, plus bonus lanes on occasion. In addition, it doesn't feel wedged into a tiny space, it even has hangout places for relaxing, and is only a five minute walk from the ferry.
Finally.
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