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So my anniversary was this weekend so we were down at the beach, which is our tradition.
BTW, don't stay at the Breakers North Tower. I guess it's not bad if you want a cheap room but we when a person is expecting the Marriott and they end up with Motel Six, it's annoying to say the least. I'm just saying.
But whatever, we had a really fun trip and it was all good.
But you don't go to Myrtle Beach without seeing some shit.
We're down in the kiddie pool so my daughter could splash around, and there was two other kids playing there, a little one about three (I'm guessing) and a boy who looked around seven or so. There was another couple down there, and I don't know if they were parents or what of the kids, but the little girl fell down and could not get her legs under her. She was struggling under the water (the pool was only about a foot and a half deep, but this is why they tell you a kid can drown in a couple inches of water. ) This kid could not stand up and lift her head. I'm watching my kid, and then I hear my husband shout "get her! get her!" and it registers to me what's going on and so I jump in and pick her up. And she's sputtering and crying and I have her on my lap trying to soothe her. The boy rushes over all concerned that she's okay. The parental types are on the other side of the pool (the pool was a long strip...maybe four feet wide) so I just got up, strode across in the water, and deposited the girl in the lap of the woman I assume was her mom. These people were sitting cross legged on the deck, and he was texting.
Now comes the suck: At no point during all this did either of them lift their asses off the deck. Seriously, neither of them even uncrossed their fucking legs.
Dad was texting while all this was going on. Granted, he stopped when the commotion hit, but maybe if he'd been watching the kids in his care, a total ass stranger wouldn't be pulling them out of the water for them when they got into trouble.
About three minutes later, what looked like grandma and grandpa showed up, with some other family, and herded everyone back inside the hotel.
Listen, I know how quick a situation can go bad. Believe you me, I know. It's quite possible they didn't realize what had happened until after it was over. And I can only hope they learned, as I did when something similar happened to me and my daughter, that they got a reprieve this time and do better next time.
Later, Mr. Kinkoid saw Parents of the Year both swimming down in the ocean while the three year old ran unsupervised on the beach.
So I guess this is a situation where you can hope in one hand and shit in the other and see which hand fills up first. Any bets?
Oh, yeah, then I went into a Dunkin Donuts to get a cuppa joe and one of those very loud guys was in there thinking he was the funniest and most charming sonsabitches on sweet mother earth. I'm in there trying to talk to a very nice guy who not only could barely understand English, but was a low talker on top of it, trying to hear him over the din of Mr. Fucking Hilarious trying to get a free donut out of the other worker.
You'll be happy to know he got neither a laugh nor a donut out of the other worker.
How come these people don't have handlers? Geeze.
BTW, that freaking coffee I got from there was incredible. Starbucks wishes it had coffee that awesome.
BTW, don't stay at the Breakers North Tower. I guess it's not bad if you want a cheap room but we when a person is expecting the Marriott and they end up with Motel Six, it's annoying to say the least. I'm just saying.
But whatever, we had a really fun trip and it was all good.
But you don't go to Myrtle Beach without seeing some shit.
We're down in the kiddie pool so my daughter could splash around, and there was two other kids playing there, a little one about three (I'm guessing) and a boy who looked around seven or so. There was another couple down there, and I don't know if they were parents or what of the kids, but the little girl fell down and could not get her legs under her. She was struggling under the water (the pool was only about a foot and a half deep, but this is why they tell you a kid can drown in a couple inches of water. ) This kid could not stand up and lift her head. I'm watching my kid, and then I hear my husband shout "get her! get her!" and it registers to me what's going on and so I jump in and pick her up. And she's sputtering and crying and I have her on my lap trying to soothe her. The boy rushes over all concerned that she's okay. The parental types are on the other side of the pool (the pool was a long strip...maybe four feet wide) so I just got up, strode across in the water, and deposited the girl in the lap of the woman I assume was her mom. These people were sitting cross legged on the deck, and he was texting.
Now comes the suck: At no point during all this did either of them lift their asses off the deck. Seriously, neither of them even uncrossed their fucking legs.
Dad was texting while all this was going on. Granted, he stopped when the commotion hit, but maybe if he'd been watching the kids in his care, a total ass stranger wouldn't be pulling them out of the water for them when they got into trouble.
About three minutes later, what looked like grandma and grandpa showed up, with some other family, and herded everyone back inside the hotel.
Listen, I know how quick a situation can go bad. Believe you me, I know. It's quite possible they didn't realize what had happened until after it was over. And I can only hope they learned, as I did when something similar happened to me and my daughter, that they got a reprieve this time and do better next time.
Later, Mr. Kinkoid saw Parents of the Year both swimming down in the ocean while the three year old ran unsupervised on the beach.
So I guess this is a situation where you can hope in one hand and shit in the other and see which hand fills up first. Any bets?
Oh, yeah, then I went into a Dunkin Donuts to get a cuppa joe and one of those very loud guys was in there thinking he was the funniest and most charming sonsabitches on sweet mother earth. I'm in there trying to talk to a very nice guy who not only could barely understand English, but was a low talker on top of it, trying to hear him over the din of Mr. Fucking Hilarious trying to get a free donut out of the other worker.
You'll be happy to know he got neither a laugh nor a donut out of the other worker.
How come these people don't have handlers? Geeze.
BTW, that freaking coffee I got from there was incredible. Starbucks wishes it had coffee that awesome.
) But for these parents to 1) NOT be watching their kids for that long is shameful 2) for them to seem to brush it off floors me! YOUR CHILD ALMOST DROWNED! grr...
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