Took my daughter to the wave pool yesterday as part of our Father's Day festivities.
I'm not a huge fan of public swimming pools, and this experience only cemented that tendency. Of note:
1)To the teens/adults congregrating in the heated hot tub/pool section, the warm water and smell of chlorine is apparently an aphrodesiac that awakens their nether regions and roaming hands, because several handsome couples decided this public venue was a great place for them to grope each other and have a pretty serious makeout session. I threw up in my mouth a little each time that these productive members of society locked in their douchebag embrace.
2)The general level of douchebaggery in the pool. The chap sporting the faux-dogtag necklace (methinks someone spent $50 or more at Randy River recently), the girl with mall-bangs and "Tamara" tattooed across her midsection. The guys walking around like hard-rocks, demonstrating their dominance over the families and children splashing in the water.
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Yet another compelling argument for not being poor.
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