Almost everyday, a somewhat disheveled man in his late 30's to early 40's who sort of resembled 'Oscar' from 'The Office' would walk past our lifeguard table and ask the same question as he pointed towards the hot tub.
"Is it hot?"
(He waited for a cab everyday after he sat in the hot tub, so we formed him the directory name "The Is It Hot Cab Rider," thus you can see how we formed random nicknames. Given the crudity of his nickname, however, I believe Phil and I decided on the new nickname, "The Moocher.")
Everyday, it was the same question. Asking if something really is what its name says it is sort of always perplexed me. To me, it's like walking into a Toys 'r Us and asking the first clerk you see, "Are there toys in here?"
But apparently, somewhere along the line, he lost confidence in the hot tub's ability to be hot. That, or he was just insane.
Some days I wanted to answer back, "No, it's freezing. We just call it a hot tub to f*ck with you guys."
On some days, he would ask us if it was hot as he zipped past us, not even really waiting for our response, then he'd proceed to ask people already in the hot tub the same question.
What the hell?
That was pretty much what we thought the entire time we worked there.
These odd folks crossed our paths each and everyday. You really start to wonder why these quirky people are at their health club's pool at 2pm on weekdays. Shouldn't they be annoying co-workers somewhere? We came to sort of gather that a lot of these folks had no jobs. And what we presumed, most of the time, is that the time they spent at our pool was just a daily bus trip from the mental institution.
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"Is it hot?"
(He waited for a cab everyday after he sat in the hot tub, so we formed him the directory name "The Is It Hot Cab Rider," thus you can see how we formed random nicknames. Given the crudity of his nickname, however, I believe Phil and I decided on the new nickname, "The Moocher.")
Everyday, it was the same question. Asking if something really is what its name says it is sort of always perplexed me. To me, it's like walking into a Toys 'r Us and asking the first clerk you see, "Are there toys in here?"
But apparently, somewhere along the line, he lost confidence in the hot tub's ability to be hot. That, or he was just insane.
Some days I wanted to answer back, "No, it's freezing. We just call it a hot tub to f*ck with you guys."
On some days, he would ask us if it was hot as he zipped past us, not even really waiting for our response, then he'd proceed to ask people already in the hot tub the same question.
What the hell?
That was pretty much what we thought the entire time we worked there.
These odd folks crossed our paths each and everyday. You really start to wonder why these quirky people are at their health club's pool at 2pm on weekdays. Shouldn't they be annoying co-workers somewhere? We came to sort of gather that a lot of these folks had no jobs. And what we presumed, most of the time, is that the time they spent at our pool was just a daily bus trip from the mental institution.
D
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