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Isabella is Lazarus
After reading this post on this thread... and chuckling as I wear LD Comfort shorts when I ride...
I spent the summers of high school and college working at a local country club as a lifeguard - was at the same place for 6 summers.
I liked to work the early shift which was 7am to 1pm, and have the rest of the day to myself. On this particular weekend, I worked the late shift on Saturday 3pm to 9pm, and a bunch of us went out partying all night in the French Quarter. I was scheduled for work 7am next Sunday morning.
Strip clubs (sorry Mom and that was in another life) starting closing at 6am, so barely made it home for a shower, change into speedo and shorts, pull on my topsiders cap and sunglasses, and go to work for 7am. Routine for morning task at the pool was to clean the pool...skim top, setup up the vacuum system, and vac the bottom. Was bleary eyed and on robot auto setting up the vac, pulling out the hoses, and running the back wash of the filters. While the backwash was running for the 10 minutes, I visited the lifeguard shack and stripped down to my speedo. Headed out to turn off the backwash and started vacuuming on autopilot. 30 minutes later, I saw the pool manager and my boss, named Randy, drive up and walk upstairs to the upper deck glassed in restaurant. He usually gets his morning cup of coffee off the breakfast bar. I see him looking down through the glass and watching me vac. I wonder what's up with him as I'm doing the required chores for the morning shift. I know at 9am is swim team practice, and those kids will be arriving at 8:30am and the vac needs to be completed by 8:15.
Around 8am, Randy da boss comes walking down the stairs and out to the pool and stands grinning at the gate to the pool.
"Hey Mike, how are ya dude". "Fine Randy, I say with bleary eyes". "Gee Mike, you look tired...had a busy evening?"
"Ah, yea, pretty high activity night I would say" "Well, Mike, did ya get any sleep at all, dude?"
"Ah, honestly, no, Randy, but I backwashed the filters, skimmed the pool, and will be finished at least the majority of the vacuuming" I pointed out.
"Oh, ya doing a splendid joy, Mike...that's not what I'm wondering about...what I'm wondering about is that funny white bathing suit ya wearing !!!"
Geez, I was out there for an hour in my Fruit of da Loom briefs vacuuming the pool - Yikes
Ran into the shack and pulled on my shorts over my briefs for the rest of the shift with cobwebs still in my head
Randy still laughing brings up that morning whenever I run into him to this day
<sigh>
Mike <head hanging low> in Nawlins'
it brought to mind my most embarrassing moment...
I spent the summers of high school and college working at a local country club as a lifeguard - was at the same place for 6 summers.
I liked to work the early shift which was 7am to 1pm, and have the rest of the day to myself. On this particular weekend, I worked the late shift on Saturday 3pm to 9pm, and a bunch of us went out partying all night in the French Quarter. I was scheduled for work 7am next Sunday morning.
Strip clubs (sorry Mom and that was in another life) starting closing at 6am, so barely made it home for a shower, change into speedo and shorts, pull on my topsiders cap and sunglasses, and go to work for 7am. Routine for morning task at the pool was to clean the pool...skim top, setup up the vacuum system, and vac the bottom. Was bleary eyed and on robot auto setting up the vac, pulling out the hoses, and running the back wash of the filters. While the backwash was running for the 10 minutes, I visited the lifeguard shack and stripped down to my speedo. Headed out to turn off the backwash and started vacuuming on autopilot. 30 minutes later, I saw the pool manager and my boss, named Randy, drive up and walk upstairs to the upper deck glassed in restaurant. He usually gets his morning cup of coffee off the breakfast bar. I see him looking down through the glass and watching me vac. I wonder what's up with him as I'm doing the required chores for the morning shift. I know at 9am is swim team practice, and those kids will be arriving at 8:30am and the vac needs to be completed by 8:15.
Around 8am, Randy da boss comes walking down the stairs and out to the pool and stands grinning at the gate to the pool.
"Hey Mike, how are ya dude". "Fine Randy, I say with bleary eyes". "Gee Mike, you look tired...had a busy evening?"
"Ah, yea, pretty high activity night I would say" "Well, Mike, did ya get any sleep at all, dude?"
"Ah, honestly, no, Randy, but I backwashed the filters, skimmed the pool, and will be finished at least the majority of the vacuuming" I pointed out.
"Oh, ya doing a splendid joy, Mike...that's not what I'm wondering about...what I'm wondering about is that funny white bathing suit ya wearing !!!"
Geez, I was out there for an hour in my Fruit of da Loom briefs vacuuming the pool - Yikes
Ran into the shack and pulled on my shorts over my briefs for the rest of the shift with cobwebs still in my head
Randy still laughing brings up that morning whenever I run into him to this day
<sigh>
Mike <head hanging low> in Nawlins'
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