Glub, Glub

Had the final swim meet of the season today, at a subdivision called Cole's Crossing. I worked as a scribe through event 40. I didn't have to, but I felt guilty at showing up late for set-up this morning. I arrived at the only Cole's Crossing pool I knew of, and no one was there. I asked the cop in the parking lot, and he led me to the tennis courts. Thanks! I asked a nearby jogger, and he directed me to the SECOND Cole's Crossing pool. Who knew?
Right around event 45, it started to rain, and thunder, and lightning. The rules say we have to wait 15 minutes after thunder or lightning. But it kept on raining, and thundering, and lightning. So we left. Soaked to the skin.