Friday it was poop, today it was a picnic table. What's going to close the pool tomorrow? A 747?
I liked how the lifeguards kept the table afloat with a rescue tube. Do you think they gave it mouth to mouth after they finally pulled it out?
Well, no biggie. We had plenty of time, so we drove to another pool, over by Eric's bar. It was okay. The mermaid was there, at least.