The Littlest Thing
Copyright© 2025 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 2
Except ... I didn’t ... look in the morning. I went to work. Another day in the pool won’t hurt ... it’s dead. End of story.
One more day segued to a second.
Work got a whole lot more interesting. It seems that the legislature ... in its infinite wisdom had lowered the barriers blocking ‘children’ from attending MY beach ... the nude beach ... remember? Parents who frequent my beach had ‘courted’ all the way to the top. Nudity at the beach was now by ‘Parental Consent.’ Accompanied of course.
The argument was presented ‘Parents can take their children to bars and taverns. With parental consent, a child may consume alcoholic beverages.’ That was the law.
The rest of the law, ‘parents are wise enough to limit consumption.’, was never mentioned.
There’s a joke in that ... I think.
Anyway ... lifeguarding was a lot more fun.
So ... it was my next day off after sifting the beach, that I remembered my ‘piece of leather’ in the pool.
EWW! A WEEK!
By now the leather wasn’t soaking ... it was rotten ... had to be.
Since Mom ‘volunteers’ and is seldom home during the day, this week’s campaign has been a cleanup of the local waterfront ... three cricks ... she didn’t complain about the ‘leather’ in the pool because she was exhausted.