He did 50 lengths of the pool every single morning. An early start was needed to ensure he got a full lane to himself.
This morning he'd overslept and the leisure centre was much busier. The pool was full of people who didn't take swimming as seriously as he did.
He needed a way to get all of these fair weather swimmers out of his way. A light bulb lit above his head.
He stood next to the deep end of the pool and shouted: "LOOK AT ME!"
He pulled down his trunks and strained as he shat out a turd on to the tiles.
He picked it up and held it aloft like a trophy, before throwing it into the pool.
All the swimmers panicked and made their way to the edge before climbing out and heading for the changing rooms.
He dived in, a personal best needing to be beaten.
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