Dear god...

So I do some part time work for an international not-for-profit organization while I'm living in France. I work with one of the board members - specifically out of his house. Nice, casual environment - it was much nicer when there were other interns working here this summer (others to talk to.)

Anyway, I just got here and he had apparently planned on going to the pool, then, just before I arrived, remembered that he had a phone conf call to take. So he's now walking around in a polo shirt and his speedo. He's pushing 70. This guy has lived in France waaaayyy too long.