Baby Ruth

One day in the bottom of the pool back home in the US, I saw something on the bottom of the pool that looked like a dog biscuit or a turd and told the lifeguard after completing my swim. I never found out what it was. Maybe I should have told him earlier, but then we'd all have to get out:

...the visit was blissfully uneventful until a floater was found in the water during the 3:15 "safety break."

Everybody got out of the water, except of course for the floater, which bobbed brown and serene, near the lap lanes. The teenage lifeguards stood in a semi-circle at the edge of the pool, their bare feet twisting uncomfortably, their faces tragedy masks of oppression.

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