So yesterday I mentioned that I life guarded at the most dangerous natural swimming hole in town. I should temper that by saying that in mumblety-mumble years of life guarding I can only recall 2 times when any sort of rescue demanded my attention at all, both at a world class ultra modern Olympic caliber pool.
The first one scared the crap out of me. A little kid, about 6 or 7 was screwing around on the lip of the pool and had one leg slip into the gutter and fell down. I was sure I’d be dealing with a broken leg if not teeth sprayed out like Chiclets and a concussion. Kid bounced up almost before I could get to him, giggled, and ran back to his mom.
Hey! No running on deck!
The other time I was in the chair when some poor kids came in. I know they were poor because one of them couldn’t afford a bathing suit, only a t-shirt and a bathing cap. None of them could swim very well but they were staying by the side of the pool and not in any danger that I could see when my supervisor dove in and “rescued” the one with the t-shirt.
Personally I think it was simply for swimming while poor.
And if you happen to think that was icky you never had to deal with the severely learning disabled kids crapping their suits during lessons. What the hell do you think the chlorine is for?
I haven’t quite gotten to my dangerous swimming hole yet but it will have to wait for another installment while I leave you with this story-
I once worked an outdoor pool in a park where, when people weren’t trying to climb the razor wire after dark, the drunks would amuse themselves by tossing their beer bottles over it so that they would shatter on the edge of the deck and spray the broken glass in the bottom. The Budweiser and Heineken weren’t so bad, but you really had to look out for the Miller.