I have a pretty low tolerance for idiots. The term has a fairly broad definition in my mind, but a prime example would be the idiot who was at the Chanhassen Lifetime Fitness outdoor pool tonight. Picture Tony Danza, only not as attractive, less hair (on his head anyway), 40 pounds heavier, tattoos on his stomach, back, biceps and forearms, with a massive gold chain around his neck.
In theory when you are at the pool with younger kids who cannot swim 25 meters unassisted, you’re supposed to be within 10 feet of them while they’re in the pool. Obviously there is some leeway here, but I don’t think supervising your child consists of wading around the edge of the zero depth pool while yammering away on your cell phone for a half hour.
While actually paying attention to what my two little kids were doing, I spent a good amount of time envisioning different ways an unfortunate accident could have sent that phone to Davy Jones’ Locker.
When this douchebag finally finished his conversation that was undoubtedly a matter of life and death or national security, he went over to his son (on the other side of the pool). I realized that his son was the same brat who was there Friday night and had purposely splashed me in the face. I scolded him on the spot, then a while later the little bastard came back and did it again. That time his mom, who was sitting in a lounge chair, very non-confrontationally told him to “Stop that.” Later he did it to Alex and I really was ready to kick the kid’s ass, but he took off.
So apparently it’s true that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz