JUST PEE IN THE POOL

Recently on 'Live with Kelly and Michael statistics were revealed concerning the number of people who have urinated in the ocean, lakes, or pools. The figures indicate most of us have. The urge hits, you look around, let 'er rip and then ease to a different spot hoping no one notices  the rise in water temperature, or worse, the dreaded blue dye. Hell, they put enough chlorine in most pools, it's a wonder people don't come out of them a platinum blond.

So we're on this vacation. Headed toward San Antonio Texas, it's summer, hot and a dip in the pool sounds great. Thing was, everybody else had the same idea. The motel's little pool was swamped.

Our kids were young  children then ,the oldest, our daughter maybe seven years old and our youngest, THE son, five or so. The four of us jumped in the pool, ah, cool, clear, refreshing.

Earlier that week we had visited some sort of display site. THE SON, Scott had went to the bathroom there, alone. We were in the lobby of the place. Suddenly there was this blood curdling scream. Both of us knew it was Scott, or Marcus, as he was called then. We rushed to find out what terrible fate had befallen him. Turns out it was one of them facilities with two doors. An entrance and exit. He couldn't figure out how to get out and thought he' let us know. Well, he did that and we were quite confident about letting him explore his surroundings after that. As long as he was in hearing range, we knew he could alert the dead.

Oh, yeah. I was talking about the pool. There I was, enjoying a dip in 'blue heaven' and Marcus floats over, whispers to us that he needs  to go. My wife whispers, "just go in the pool."  I seemed to remember a funny look on his face. Oh well, maybe not.

He floats on off, we resume our refreshing public bathing.

Murmurs rise across the pool's recreational denizens, We look up...and see THE SON.

Standing on the edge of the pool, his bathing trunks around his ankles, like one of those statues of little cherubs peeing in the fountain, was THE SON, doing just exactly what he had been told to do... just going in the pool. 

You'd think an ensuing, clamorous, exit would have taken place, but no, people kept on keeping on. The area he had polluted was notably vacant. There were a few glares, some giggles, but all in all, just another day in the now, urine saturated pool.

My wife sprang into action, gathered her charges and informed me we would be leaving.

Sigh...it was just getting good to me. I relieved my own self and with reluctance, joined them.