Ah, lifeguarding, I did not miss you in the slightest. So much nonsense happened in the last shift that I'm just going to give a bunch of thoughts that crossed my mind, in convenient bulleted form.
What a welcome back.
- Why does everybody feel the need to hit on the lifeguard?
- Let's just end this anal jet therapy right now. (The guy had pulled his swim trunks down and was sitting with his butt to a jet. He looked... pleased with himself.
- You don't have to strip naked on the pool deck, you know. There's an unoccupied changing room TWO FEET AWAY.
- It's adorable when that sweet old lady uses terms of endearment when asking for things. You, however, are a vividly tattoed old man. When you use them, it's creepy.
- For that matter, stop hitting on me. You have gray hairs sprouting from the liver spots on your ludicrously wrinkled chest. I am fifteen. I say again: creepy.
- Pool rule #253: do not tackle the lifeguard into the pool.
- WHAT IS WITH ALL THE NUDITY.
- You made it into the changing room. You even managed to close the door. But you forgot to put your swim trunks on before you came out.
- Just saying, if you are so voluminous that your belly button can make casual conversation with your knees, it might not be a good idea to wear a speedo.
- Pool rule #322: A changing room is not a bathroom.
- Okay, I get why you might think you should drip all that blood into the pool instead of on the pool deck, but why is that parent swilling her baby through blood-water?
- Pool rule #849: Cantankerous children are not to use other people's babies as footballs.
What a welcome back.
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