The swimmer in this lane was very close to the wall, came crashing up, lifted his head, and said "I wish you guys wouldn't do that." I said, "I usually pay more attention," which is true. I was somehow distracted by the woman and forgot to look into his lane before entering it. He said, "Doesn't matter. It still screws me up royally."
He took off down the lane. When I was a few steps out of the water, I turned and looked back and saw the woman giving me one of those "good grief" looks, as affected by this man's rudeness as I was. I smiled and raised my eyebrows and left. I thought it was a good thing he was a man, because I didn't want to encounter him in the locker room. Later I thought about ways I might avoid ever having to encounter him again. I remembered that he was balding in the middle of his head, so it won't be that hard to pick him out in the pool, probably,although I am not sure about out of the pool. Then I thought,what if the unlikely happened,and he found me and apologized for his manner. I could look at him and, with a smile, say, "Doesn't matter. You're still an ass."