Recently, my 10-year-old son came to the pool bar and interrupted my intimate moment with my very cold and fruity Sauvignon Blanc. “They kicked me out of the swimming pool.” He sniffed. Who kicked you out of the pool? “The guard." He said, “She said I can’t swim there.”
I reluctantly left my drink unattended and matched to the pool. Did you kick my son out of this pool? She said, “Children are not allowed in this pool. It’s a quiet pool.” She pointed at the signage. I felt like Vasco Da Gama.
