Monday, October 16, 2006

Sir? Would you please stop doing that, sir?

A blessedly empty pool this morning, just me and another woman ploughing our lonely furrow up and down its length. In the jacuzzi area, however, was a middle-aged man indulging in the extremely high-powered waterfall fountain. He'd positioned himself so that the stream of water was falling right down the front of his swimming trunks onto a particularly sensitive spot -- for about 5 minutes. Lovely.

Of course, he could have been a top-flight footballer, hoping to speed up his recovery from a groin strain, but given his age and general paunchiness, it seems unlikely. Just another pervert at the pool.

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