We love our pool summer membership and espectially love to torture the staff regularly with our presence...and the local patrons. It's been even more fun since Hyrum got a job lifeguarding there.
1st story: The other day, shortly after Hyrum started working there, Quinn did his dead-man's float in front of his station...for a LONG time. (Quinn is a champion breath-holder.) Hyrum told him to knock it off (since he's a lifeguard and can tell his dad to do so) and Quinn stopped with a smile.
Five minutes later, Quinn did it again and Hyrum exasperatedly explained that if Quinn didn't knock it off, then the whole pool would go into lockdown to make sure he wasn't really drowning and Quinn would be kicked out. Ahhhh, no fun. Every party has a pooper. And speaking of poop...
2nd story: We went swimming at the pool again yesterday because we had to pick up Hyrum anyway from his lifeguarding job. One of the pools was closed because someone had POO-d in the big pool and it had to rest for 24 hours. Dad generously offered to do a similar service in the leisure pool we were swimming in but after a close vote, he took his bowel movement into the bathroom. And speaking of bathrooms...
3rd story: Apparently the women's locker room shower head is broken. I was trying to figure out how to use it, since it jet-streams out and I have two little girls that I didn't want to pulverize with water pressure. I thought, "Maybe if I turn it up into the air and make it like rain, then it will be gentler on them?" So, following my usual modus operandi of acting without thinking, I turned the spout upward and called out, "It's raining!"
Yells, shrieks and curses from the changing stall immediately next to the shower confirmed that I probably should have thought that action through a little more first. I apologized profusely, but somehow I don't think that a genuine apology helps dry soaked clothing. :S I felt dreadful.
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