. . . I noticed that the lanky lifeguard looked like he was maybe fourteen years old with shaggy brown hair that fell over his eyes. Also, he was dancing around on the deck to strains of "Tequila," which was playing over the PA system, while also twirling his Baywatch-type lifesaving device like a southern beauty queen twirling her baton.
In other words, he was adorable.
BUT. Wow. He didn't exactly inspire confidence. I wasn't sure if I started to sink to the bottom of the pool that he would even notice. Also, could a skinny kid like him REALLY drag my old lady butt out of the water?
And then!
AND THEN!
And then, actually, nothing happened. If it had, I could have had an inspiring story to tell about how wrong we are to judge people by their appearances and so forth. But I didn't drown and I don't have a tale to tell except to say I made it home alive and that there's a kid working at a pool here in Salt Lake who can seriously twirl a Baywatch-type lifesaving device with the best of them.
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