Special Edition Entry: Thrown Into a Pool.
I finally have a thrown-in-the-pool story. I highly recommend having one.
Nathan, Christina, and Carolyn wanted me to go swimming, I didn't want to go swimming, so we found a middleground. They carried me kicking and objecting (mildly) all the way down the hall, down two flights of stairs, across the street, over a lawn, past one apartment building, up some steps, into the pool area. Once we got there, I was so desperate that I was shouting hysterical compromises. So naturally, the twenty people in the pool were staring open-mouthed at us. When I was within five feet of the pool edge, their stares turned to malicious, drooly, teethy grins. Like flies around an execution. And once I was thrown, they errupted in gleeful cheering. Thrown in the pool.
Fully clothed.
I climbed ungracefully out, sopping and distressed, twenty pounds heavier, and shot loathsome glares at the strangers that were trying so hard to not laugh at me. I wanted to say "It's not funny, sir, I'm moderately neurotic about my hair." or "Choose your friends wisely, kid, or someday they'll do this to you." but refrained.
Oh well. Christina lent me a swimsuit and I was enjoying myself ten minutes later. I inspired a trend; all the little kids started throwing each other in the pool and climbing out with the wet cat face that I used to express my unhappiness.
Acquired a mundo gash across my thumb, from the struggle.
But you should've seen the other guy.
-Grin.-
Nathan, Christina, and Carolyn wanted me to go swimming, I didn't want to go swimming, so we found a middleground. They carried me kicking and objecting (mildly) all the way down the hall, down two flights of stairs, across the street, over a lawn, past one apartment building, up some steps, into the pool area. Once we got there, I was so desperate that I was shouting hysterical compromises. So naturally, the twenty people in the pool were staring open-mouthed at us. When I was within five feet of the pool edge, their stares turned to malicious, drooly, teethy grins. Like flies around an execution. And once I was thrown, they errupted in gleeful cheering. Thrown in the pool.
Fully clothed.
I climbed ungracefully out, sopping and distressed, twenty pounds heavier, and shot loathsome glares at the strangers that were trying so hard to not laugh at me. I wanted to say "It's not funny, sir, I'm moderately neurotic about my hair." or "Choose your friends wisely, kid, or someday they'll do this to you." but refrained.
Oh well. Christina lent me a swimsuit and I was enjoying myself ten minutes later. I inspired a trend; all the little kids started throwing each other in the pool and climbing out with the wet cat face that I used to express my unhappiness.
Acquired a mundo gash across my thumb, from the struggle.
But you should've seen the other guy.
-Grin.-