The following is an account of a day at work gone horribly wrong...
Three girls play in the deep end of the Brookside Heights Condo Assoc. pool on a lazy mid-August afternoon. One of the girl's fathers is seated at the other end of the pool, relaxing in the summer sun. A cell phone is heard rining in the distance...
::Ring Ring:: (Actually, it plays a song, but whatever)
Girl One: Dad, my cellphone!
Girl Two: You have a cellphone??
Girl One (snoodily): Do you hear that ringing?
Girl Two: Is it your own?
Girl One: Yes.
Girl Two: Wow! You're lucky!
Girl One (snoodily): Well, do you know how old I am?
Girl Three: 12.
Girl One: That's why I have one...but I got it when I was 10.
...but I got it when I was 10. Wow. At this point, I got up and threw said phone into the Chlorine tank on principle alone. Then, I stuffed Ms Snoody MacGee into the filter.
::Ring Ring:: (Actually, it plays a song, but whatever)
Girl One: Dad, my cellphone!
Girl Two: You have a cellphone??
Girl One (snoodily): Do you hear that ringing?
Girl Two: Is it your own?
Girl One: Yes.
Girl Two: Wow! You're lucky!
Girl One (snoodily): Well, do you know how old I am?
Girl Three: 12.
Girl One: That's why I have one...but I got it when I was 10.
...but I got it when I was 10. Wow. At this point, I got up and threw said phone into the Chlorine tank on principle alone. Then, I stuffed Ms Snoody MacGee into the filter.