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cabensonConversation overheard at the Y's outdoor pool this afternoon between 2 young boys, approx. 8-10 yrs old. They had been throwing a car into the "Deep" (6.0 ft) end of the pool and diving after it. It's almost break time and they can't find the car. They are desperate.
Boy A: in a very serious tone I am going back down there to find the car. If I am down there too long, call the life guard to save me.
Boy B: Very dramatically But it's not worth risking your life!
Boy A: I have to find the car before they whistle for break. I have too! I'm going down there, watch me and call the lifeguard if it looks like I am drowning.
Boy B: pleading But you HAVE to come up for air when you run out. You! Will! Die!
Boy A: I don't want to die, but I can't leave the car on the bottom of the pool
Me: trying not to laugh Dudes, no reason to die today, your car is right below me.
Boy B: How do you know? Can you see it with your goggles?
Me: I just stepped on the damn thing.
Oh to be young again and willing to risk your life for a $5 toy
On another note, it appears Mrs. CB turns her mojo off when she enters the sacred doors of the YMCA. That is the only way I can explain her not noticing the 18ish yr old hottie on the chair next to her, untying her bikini top, or me sitting in a puddle of drool.
Boy A: in a very serious tone I am going back down there to find the car. If I am down there too long, call the life guard to save me.
Boy B: Very dramatically But it's not worth risking your life!
Boy A: I have to find the car before they whistle for break. I have too! I'm going down there, watch me and call the lifeguard if it looks like I am drowning.
Boy B: pleading But you HAVE to come up for air when you run out. You! Will! Die!
Boy A: I don't want to die, but I can't leave the car on the bottom of the pool
Me: trying not to laugh Dudes, no reason to die today, your car is right below me.
Boy B: How do you know? Can you see it with your goggles?
Me: I just stepped on the damn thing.
Oh to be young again and willing to risk your life for a $5 toy
On another note, it appears Mrs. CB turns her mojo off when she enters the sacred doors of the YMCA. That is the only way I can explain her not noticing the 18ish yr old hottie on the chair next to her, untying her bikini top, or me sitting in a puddle of drool.
