A Trip to the Pool…

Any time I think I’ve seen it all, that’s when I can bank on seeing something that blows my mind.

On a mini-vacation recently, we were at the pool.

Another family comes to the pool.

Well, it doesn’t take long to figure out that the group who got in the pool could not swim. There was one person in the group, the grandmother, who stayed out of the pool.

From what I could tell, she was the head of the group. I am basing this on the fact that she yelled out orders and threats to each of the people in the pool.

There was the grandmother’s daugther, three children, and the grandmother’s son-in-law.

At first, the grandmother was just giving orders about staying in the shallow end, stop horse playing, quit splashing each other.

Then, she got a little put out because my children were playing catch with a ball in the water and it splashed water on one of the other kids (in the pool… where there’s water… anyway…). My family moved to the deep end.

So, the mother and father are focused on the youngest child whil eth eother two kids wade on over towards the rope that divides the shallow and deep ends.

Here’s where it gets interesting –

The grandmother starts yelling at her daughter, “Ya’ll just need to get out of the pool. Just get out of the pool. This is just a fatality waiting to happen.”

I guess she may say this sort of thing all the time because no one, not even the kids, batted an eye.

But, she got louder and louder.

Suddenly, one of the older kids lost their footing on the bottom of the pool and grabbed the other older kid in order to stay afloat.

This pulled the other kid under water – remember, none of them can swim.

The mom and dad were walking over there – neither one of them can swim – while dragging the youngest child along behind them.

I start edging closer to them because if they can’t get to the kids in time, I’m going to have to pull these kids out of the water.

The grandmother runs over to the edge of the pool, snatches up one of the kids, cussing the whole time, whacks the mess out of that kid, grabs the other kid out of the pool, whacks that one, and then unleashes on the mother and father while reaching for the youngest kid.

She chews them out, throws the pool towels at them, gripes until everyone is out of the pool and all the kids are crying.

Then, as she is marching out behind these three kids who have snot flying and can’t catch their breaths and the two adults who are hanging their heads, she turns to us, smiles and says “Have a blessed day.”

Ummm…

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