Two people, active drowning victims. Two boys, twice my size. Over 300 lbs of weight that I have to singlehandedly rescue and pull to the side of the pool. Granted, they aren't really drowning, if they had been, it might have not been so violent. They were almost throwing punches at each other when I approached them. Boys.
I try to grab onto the German exchange student and the other guy doesn't hold onto him so he is dangling off in front of me in a place where I cannot rescue him. Real victims would be holding onto each other. Bad actor. Finally I get a hold of the German guys armpits and proceed to roll him over on his back, resting on my chest, and try to pull the two boys to the side of the pool.
There are about six of us doing this at the same time, two victims a piece, so in short, the pool is a bit chaotic. There is not enough space in between the groups of three to not run into each other, so inevitably, I am running into the very large group next to me. By large, I mean the two big boys, pushing 250-300 lbs, and another boy probably half their size 150 or so. Regardless, they are all bigger than me.
I'm running into them, trying to get these boys back to the deck, and one of the big guys who I'm running into says to me, "Your mascara is smearing."
Really??
Your mascara is smearing?? I'm hauling over 300 lbs across the pool, bashing into another 600+ lbs, chaos and water splashing everywhere, and my mascara is running. Seriously??
Well, you get the point here. I simply answered, "I'm not really concerned about that right now. Thanks."
This boy has never said a word to me before so it seemed somewhat strange that the one and only thing he would say to me would be that my makeup was becoming waterlogged. Weird.
That's the only exciting thing from today I suppose. Drama girl was back, but a tad less dramatic. I gave her the evil eye at the beginning so she would leave me alone. It worked. She left me alone for the most part. Much better.
I'm off to get the chlorine off of me as best I can. The phrase comes to mind, "Smells like coconut with a splash of chlorine" comes to mind.
I'm out.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Say Wha??
Posted by honestgrl at 5:10 PM
Labels: Don't talk to me about makeup when I'm saving someone's life.
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3 comments:
don't you know that the number one thing to be concerned with in any and all situations is the state of your makeup? wow. what a weirdo. you should have said, "thank you captain obvious. now get out of my way". haha. your class sounds fun, and by fun i mean not fun. coconut and chlorine... ahh, good times. :)
lol! you should have asked him where he gets his nails done ;)
Ok Mrs. Honest McGeee I have to come to the defense of my fellow gender here. *wink*
1. This poor schmuck has probably never said a word to you because he's probably really shy and figured that a hot monster ironwoman like yourself would never give his "mildly overweight" self the time of day, and is therefor just ridiculously introverted...
2. Given this guys shyness, he probably has you elevated to "rockstar" status and as such is trying to look out for you as best he can, even though he hopes to god you really haven't noticed him...
3. Every guy has seen a girls makeup smeared in the pool and has seen the embarrassed look on their face when someone says... "hey you have raccoon eyes!" so as retarded as it sounds to trigirl82 and smrteepantz he was probably just wanting to make sure the first person that pointed out that your mascara was running wasn't "drama girl" who would make a scene and be sure to give you another article for your blog. ;-)
Us guys can be sensitive too you know ;-) haha... evidently we can be dramatic too hahaha...
glad you rescued the chubby ones today :-)
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