Making A Boob Of One Self, Part 9

, , , | Right | September 17, 2020

At the end of my fifteen-minute lifeguarding rotation, I look over and see a woman changing her daughter’s full diaper on deck. I start to walk over but my coworker gets there first. I can’t hear the conversation but I can see that the woman yells at him and he walks away. This family gave me and my coworker trouble earlier in the day, as well.

Break starts and I walk back into the guard room. This woman walks up to the counter, looking angry.

Lady: “Is breastfeeding illegal, too?”

Me: “No, ma’am, in [Our State] public breastfeeding is not illegal.”

Lady: “Then why am I being told I cannot feed my child? I demand your name, your coworker’s name, and your manager’s name. I am suing you!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the issue here isn’t breastfeeding. I believe we told you to not change your daughter on deck due to sanitation issues. We have a changing table available in the restroom for you to use.”

The lady continues screaming about suing us and continues to demand my name and my manager’s name, as well as her phone number.

Coworker: “We cannot legally disclose the name of our employees or our manager’s personal information. Here’s a rule sheet if you would like to look over the rules.”

We call our manager, who comes back to the pool and deals with the lady and her family. They finally leave.

Manager: *Angrily* “Who told her it was illegal to breastfeed?”

My coworker and I look at each other in confusion.

Me: “No one said that.” 

I proceeded to explain the whole situation. My manager apologized for yelling, and the lady was banned.

Related:
Making A Boob Of One Self, Part 8
Making A Boob Of One Self, Part 7
Making A Boob Of One Self, Part 6
Making A Boob Of One Self, Part 5
Making A Boob Of One Self, Part 4

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Likes The Public Pool But Not The Public Part

, , , , | Right | August 10, 2020

I am in a swim-lane, which is where you swim in an anti-clockwise rectangle. Unfortunately, it can cause you to bump into others if you go at different speeds. A rather large guy accidentally whacks me with his arm in the middle as I go past. I try to think nothing of it but later see him shouting.

Male Swimmer: “She bloody well shouldn’t say that!”

I see a girl holding onto a woman my age, probably her mother, as they look the same.

Male Swimmer: “You should keep that bloody child under control!”

The woman is just holding onto her girl. After a few minutes of talking to the lifeguards, the woman and her child get out and go to a male lifeguard.

Mother: “Listen, my daughter’s autistic; she didn’t know she was doing anything wrong.”

Me: *Approaching* “Excuse me, that man bumped into me, as well.”

The mother explains to me that her daughter felt the man accidentally touch her waist. He seems to have taken the wrong impression and was harassing them while they swam.

Lifeguard: “Listen, I think we should talk privately.”

He, the mother and the girl — now that she’s not in the water, I can see that she is actually a woman — go to a kiddie pool sectioned off from the main pool. After a few minutes, they get in. The mother begins talking to me while her daughter swims, giggling.

Me: “He comes here every week and hates it when people go near him.”

Mother: “Then why does he go in the swim-lane?”

Me: “I don’t know. He pushed me earlier, as well. I don’t like him.”

Some minutes later, when we are all at the other end of the pool and the other side, he goes up the steps and shouts loudly.

Male Swimmer: “You should keep that girl under control!”

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Unfiltered Story #204321

, , | Unfiltered | August 7, 2020

(I work at a concession stand at the local community pool. Among other things, we sell soft drinks and pizza by the slice. I’m working the register when a regular, known for being difficult, comes up to my window.)

Customer: “I’ll have a slice.”

Me: “Ok”. *shouting back to coworkers* “Pizza!”

Customer: “No, I don’t want pizza. I want a slice.”

Me: “A slice…of pizza?”

Customer: “NO! I want a SLICE!”

Me: “We sell slices of pizza. That’s the only kind of ‘slice’ we sell”

Customer: “I DON’T WANT PIZZA. I WANT A SLICE!”

(By this point the rest of my coworkers are listening in, just as baffled as I am. We go back and forth like this for a couple more minutes, and my patience is wearing thin.)

Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you are asking for. We sell slices of pizza. I don’t know what else you could be referring to.”

Customer: *rolling her eyes and speaking very slowly* “Do you have anything lemon-lime?”

Me: “Um…we have Sierra Mist.”

Customer: Fine. Give me that.

(We get her the drink and she storms off in a huff, leaving us all baffled. After a quick google search, we learn that Slice is the name of an obscure flavored soda that, according to its wikipedia page, has only been available at Wal-Mart since 2009. I still can’t fathom why this woman thought we would sell it, or even know what it was.)

Pooling Together All The Bad Behavior, Part 2

, , , , , | Right | July 10, 2020

I just started as a lifeguard two weeks ago. I am still a tad nervous about certain rules. My boss says, “Go with your gut instinct. If you’re not comfortable, blow the whistle and stop it.”

I am in the office making phone calls about swim lessons when one of the guards needs to go home. I am to cover her once she leaves. As she comes in, she explains how these certain brothers, about the ages of ten to fourteen, are coming in. They are regulars but they are notorious troublemakers. She warns me that they are a handful and wishes me luck. I mark each boy with a colored marker, which designates how deep they are allowed to swim, and they jump in.

At first, they are pretty easy going. They are shooting hoops at the small basketball net we have. Soon, they start to hang on the rim of the net, which it states clearly in big, bold letters, “Do NOT hang on the rim/net.” I blow my whistle. 

Me: “Hey, guys, please don’t hang on the net. It could fall on you or it could break.” 

Boy #1: “Tsk…” 

I am ignored by the other. Then, they find the small beach balls and start to whip them at each other, especially in the face. There is another family in the open swim area, as well, two parents and their two young children. They occasionally get hit with the ball, too, and get annoyed. I walk over to the edge of the pool.

Me: “Guys, you can throw and catch the balls, but please be respectful of other members.”

Boy #2: “Okay. Hey, let’s go down to the deep end.” 

Boy #1: “Yeah, sounds good.”

I’m thinking by now, “Awesome. I got them to still have fun but keep the other people happy, too.”

Haha, no.

From here, they decide to race across the pool deck and median whipping balls at each other. 

First off, the median is for lifeguards only. It’s the small strip of wall that allows us to walk in between the kiddy pool/shallow end and the lap pool. Second, there is no running on the deck. Period.

These two are all over the place, jumping over the wall and the railing, sliding under the netting, jumping and running on everything. The other guard that was on with me blows her whistle a few times; they just ignore it. Same with me.

Me: “Guys! You need to stop right now. No running on the deck; you can slip and hurt yourself. If you don’t stop, you will be asked to leave immediately.” 

Boy #1: “Whatever.”

They ignore me and continue it. I’m getting so frustrated because I’m still a newbie and I’m still unsure of myself. I don’t want to be the bad guy, but I finally psyche myself up enough courage to say they need to leave. Just as I am about to, the eldest brother throws a ball right into his little brother’s face, and then proceeds to slip on the pool deck. I rush down to help him.

Me: “Are you okay?! This is why you need to follow the pool rules; people get hurt.”

He’d scraped his knee and elbows on the tiles. He grabbed his brother and they ran away, embarrassed and angry. I heard them curse a few times while storming out.

I have seen them back once, but they couldn’t swim because the swim team was using the pool.

Worst part is, I’ve heard from my boss they still keep ignoring the rules and that wasn’t the first time they’d hurt themselves.

Related:
Pooling Together All The Bad Behavior

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Going From Zero To Hero With A Splash!

, , , , , , | Learning | July 8, 2020

Our swimming club usually gets the kids who have behaviour issues and can’t be handled elsewhere. Since we are used to — untrue — negative stories, we usually don’t have opinions formed before seeing a child. But sometimes, even we get fooled by experiences from the past.

A mother asks if her thirteen-year-old son can join the swimming club. They just emigrated from an Asian nation. They speak little Dutch and a bit more English. It’s not much of a problem, so our contact person asks if he has any swimming diplomas. 

The boy has none. That country doesn’t do swimming diplomas, nor do they teach swimming classes. So, how did he learn? He taught himself! This usually sets alarm bells off because we have had plenty of parents who’ve said their angel children could swim like fish and all they could do was barely avoid drowning. 

Our first plan is to let him start at level zero as a beginner, which means, for him, knee-deep water. But, since there’s a global health crisis going on, that class hasn’t started again yet. 

The mother asks if we can please, please, give him a chance. She knows it doesn’t sound good, but he really can swim well and if we only gave him a chance, if he wasn’t good enough, she would never bother us again. Since something just feels… different from the other entitled parents, the contact person arranges a test swim. 

Seven teachers are present, ready to jump in if needed. The boy is shy and nervous, but he also looks happy when he sees the pool. One teacher will act as his “primary teacher” for the day and she asks him to show what he can do. 

Our jaws drop. Of course, he’s not an Olympic champion but… he’s good! Considering his technique, I mumble that he probably watched Olympic swimming videos as teaching material. 

It turns out that he did!

The teacher then asks him to dive. The boy looks confused; what is diving? The teacher shows it with poses — teachers are not allowed to swim yet — and the boy tries to dive. It is a good dive. He has never swum on his back before, and he does, including the backstroke! He picks it up immediately. 

Then, our most senior teacher arrives. He’s approaching ninety and has taught for around sixty years; keeping him away from the pool would be torture for him, so we’re very careful around him. “Hey, new kid?” he asks us. “So, which class will he be in? Level five?”

After class, I see the boy waiting outside. He walks up to me and asks, in broken Dutch and English, when the next class will be. I tell him to send an email to our contact person and please, please, please come back, because he swims wonderfully! A shy smile appears on his face and when I get home, I contact our contact person to say that the boy seems interested in returning. 

Due to experiences in the past, we expected someone at less than level zero. We got someone close to level five. We hope he will return — if he wants to! — because he can grow into a wonderful swimmer, perhaps even a champion!


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