The Frankfort YMCA (part two)

Part One

The Mike Kennedy scandal disillusioned me with the Y, but I still came back and worked some more.

I worked with the day camp at the Y and taught all of my sister's friends how to swim (but not her, as she likes to remind me). I worked with the kids from Montessori (the woman at the front desk called it "a damn hippie school") and the population from the Stewart Home.

The Stewart Home is a home in Frankfort for people with moderate to severe mental disabilities. My wife worked there for a while, and it's a pretty nice place. A lot of rich people send their children there and it's like a resort.

They take the "children" out on excursions. Sometimes they go bowling. Sometimes they come to the Y and swim.

One time they packed up in the middle of their session and hurried out without saying anything. I knew something was wrong so I checked the pool.

There was a turd on the bottom of the pool, right where the pool began to switch from the shallow end to the deep end. I notified my boss and attempted "extraction."

The pool had a net on a pole that was for this sort of thing, but since the turd was a sinker (i.e. it was on the bottom of the pool) the pole wouldn't reach.

So here I was, in the middle of the pool, up to my armpits in water, fishing out a piece of poo. Which would have been fine had it been a solid piece of poo. The moment I hit it with the edge of the net, it dissolved into a brown cloud.

So, now, here I was, in the middle of the pool, up to my armpits in the single most disgusting water ever. I was in a cloud of poo.

I notified the man upstairs, closed the pool, cancelled activities for the rest of the day and went home.