Kaelyn and I were at a pretty snazzy neighborhood pool with some friends. Giant pool, diving boards, zero entry section, and a curling water slide. Like I said—snazzy!

I had been in the pool all day, but for the last few minutes of our time there, I was already drying off, sitting on the edge while Kaelyn played. I was in the midst of talking to Kaelyn about some new flip she was trying, when, breaking up the background ambiance, was the sound of a person yelling to get someone's attention.

Directly opposite the pool was a woman also sitting on the edge. She was hollering at someone behind me in the snack bar area. "John! JOHN! Reese Cup!" she yelled. "John, JOHN, JOHN! Reese Cup!" she yelled again. Wow, she must really have a craving.

I turned my attention back to Kaelyn. But when the lady yelled it again, I caught out of the corner of my eye that she was looking my direction. It's then I realized: I was wrapped up in a towel I've owned for years, designed to look like a giant Reese Cup wrapper.

She never talked to me. Never that she liked my towel. Never even made eye contact to smile or give a cheery nod. Nope. She just screeched over my head, across the complex, somewhere in the snack bar region behind me, to tell someone else to look at my towel.

Whoever John is, I hope he was fully entertained. For all that trouble, the two of them at least could've bought me a peanut butter-y, chocolate-y snack!