. . . reminds me of puke. About the time I jumped into the shower at work Monday night after teaching lessons before deck managing, a little girl puked. She puked in the leisure pool. She puked on the deck. She puked in the family locker room. We're talking chunky puke.
Because I was in the shower, I didn't have to deal with the puke. Insert happy face. But I got out in time to deal with mom.
"I'm sorry. If your child pukes three times, in three different places, they didn't swallow too much water. She's sick. She needs to go home. No, she can not stay for swimming lessons."
Duh.
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