It has been almost two months since the ladies at the YMCA decided I am colored. In truth I have enjoyed their company so much that each day it has become more and more difficult to admit to them that I am white.
Lately, my African American friends have discovered that I can be a useful addition to their group. One afternoon after class several of us decided to soak away our cares in the hot tub. After a short while, one of the ladies made a startling announcement.
“OK, girls, Carole has just turned pink!”
The ladies giggled and proceeded to climb out of the tub without further comment.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“When your skin turns pink, we know it is time to get out of the tub.”
Then it dawned on me; I am a human thermometer!
Last week the group discovered that I work just well as a thermometer in the steam room.