Recent conversation at my house
Me: How was your swim?
Ich: There was a piece of poop in the pool.
Me: Oh, Ich, there was NOT.
Ich: There was a piece of poop in the pool.
Me: Oh, Ich, there was NOT.
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Squirl chattered at 7:41 PM
22 comments
OK, who pooped in the pool?
In these parts, that's known as a "fecal incident." The pool management sends out emails with that in the subject line.
Nick, I don't think it was Ichabod. We'll blame it on the little kids who take lessons there.
Susie, this cracks me up that this is the first post you've commented on here in a while. It does deserve a comment, though. He says that the YMCA takes poop in the pool in stride. He gets no fecal incident e-mails.
:-D
*thinks it was prolly just a candy bar*
I have heard of that here as well. LOL... I dont remember who told me they ran into the same incident here at a pool.
Ha. You know, I'm saving your Alaska trip the way I'm saving Nilbo's parents' love story. I know I will really enjoy it, and it's good to have something to look forward to. Call me crazy (it's not as though no one ever has). ;)
Dammit! I wanted to make the candy bar joke! :D
I so look forward to these Squirl and Ichabod conversations. More!
Ewww...I'd say I'm glad I swim in a college's pool, but they definitely have kids' swim lessons there too. Now I'll have to keep my eye out for floaties.
There would have been poop and barf in the pool had that been me instead of him.
I'm am cracking up at Susie's "Fecal Incident" email thing though ;-)
*sigh*
It was me.
I pooped in the pool.
No, that's not true; I would never do anything so childish and thoughtless.
I pooped in the jacuzzi.
Me too Courtney. Baby Ruth to be exact. ;)
Mr B, you're first! on the candy bar joke, that is.
Tweety, it just seems gross, but I guess that what happens when you have really little kids swimming.
Susie, I've finished my part of the Alaska trip. I don't when Ich will get his part done. And I think we're all just about the same brand of crazy around here.
Courtney, it is duly noted that you did think of it before you read the comments. ;-)
htgt, we have fun. I'll bet you and the cap'n do, too.
Jenski, I hadn't thought about you swimming. I know you do plenty of exercising. Yes, watch out for the floaties.
SoozieQ, that would definitely need a clean up. I never heard of a fecal incident e-mail either.
Bucky, yuck, I use the jacuzzi. :-(
tshsmom, I was thinking Tootsie Rolls for some reason.
Caddyshack had a Baby Ruth. ;)
I've given you an award at my blog.
I love the pun. Oh, Ich. Like Oh, ICK!
because it is definitely ick. or maybe eek. or perhaps yuck....
Logically, I KNOW it makes no difference where the "fecal matter" originates because it's all impossibly disgusting, but somehow, thinking it came from a very small child makes it less horrifying than to think it was a 'gift' from one of the other demographics. Ew, ew, ew. This is why I ride my bike... no one ever poops on it.
tshsmom, thank you for the award. I promise I will get to it. I still two others I need to post. I'm lame.
Danielle, it was icky, yucky, or whatever. I guess you could remember all the chlorine in the pool. And that thing had to have been there for at least a day. He swims early in the morning before the kids get there.
Eclectic, I know, little kid poop doesn't seem quite as horrible. Nobody poops on your bike? Not even birds?
You don't have to make it a tag. Just consider it a compliment. ;)
Toby Keith was at the pool?
Well, I'll be damned.
tshsmom, I do take as a compliment, absolutely. Thank you!
Bone, if that was him, then he was at the bottom of the pool. But I guess you wouldn't mind that either.
I'm not sure they make concrete cowboy boots, but they should.
Bone, maybe somebody needs a suggestion box. No what I'm sayin'?
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