
The Olympian was swimming with Miss Lauren...perfecting her backstroke, and I was daydreaming while lounging in the sun and watching the swimmer out of the corner of my eye.
Suddenly, the whistle blew. It wasn't time for safety break....I was confused. It was like a watching the movie Jaws. People came FLYING out of the pool.
Once the whitecaps on the pool surface calmed...I was able to make out what was causing such a craze! There it was. A poop in the pool. I almost lost the few goldfish I had been snacking on.
How GROSS. I wanted to grab my girl and hose her off. Luckily it happened on the other end of the pool...so, again....I reminded myself to stay calm. Surely she didn't get any poop on her.
The pool was closed for the next hour and a half. Workers scurried around scrubbing and cleaning the place. I kinda wish they would come to my house next.
So, needless to say...swim camp was shut down early. But, we will make up for it. My little clean freak has said "No poop in the pool" at least 100 times since the incident. Glad it wasn't my kid. How embarrassing........
Happy swimming!
Why try to ruin my love for chocolate?
ReplyDeleteThis has taken the JOY out of Almond Joy.
Guess I will stick to Mounds. UH...maybe
THATS not so good either.
Reminds me of the movie Caddy Shack! Doodie Doodie! =D
ReplyDeleteEVERY party has a Pooper!
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