last night

my last day of work til i come back. a whole damn month. woot.
the pool felt more like a family i was leaving than freds.
that place is cold. at least it was this morning. i got sent off with a bitter hurrah. opening. full day. 2 hrs break then back to the grinder for more fun.

when i got there, it was damn-near vacant. one guy. i pay no attention...
around 7 or 8, the guy who teaches all the little kiddies their swim lessons stumbled in piss-ass drunk. falling into walls, barely being able to keep balance.
he comes into pool and starts doing laps right infront of some jr. high girls.
he scares them off. he starts doing the butterfly stroke but horribly sucks at it.
no wonder his kids don't learn it that well from him. he doesn't know the rhythm. it's kinda like doing "the worm", but in the water, you know, dolphin-style. he's limp.

but that's beside the point the point was, that i was laughing my ass off to see his drunk ass parading itself around the pool thinking it was hot shit.
but then i started to feel sorry for the guy.
orphaned. no immediate family. no social life other than the kids that he teaches.

i think if he shaved off his mustache it might help him a bit.
get rid of that pedophile kinda look.
but he ignores the fuck outta me.
i'm not about to be the one to tell him.