Ever since my house burned down (and my life fell apart, and so on and so forth) the one bright spot is I moved to an apartment complex with a pool right outside the door. Cool! Happy summer!
Except that it’s always full of children when I want to use it, but hey, children are something like people and deserve a happy summer…until today. When they desided to play Marco Polo.
For the last. Three. Hours.
No jury in the world would convict me.
Looks around for something to use as a garrot. Be right back.