This morning Sam and I went to his weekly swimming class aqua-tots. This is also knows as '30 minutes for mommy to ogle the cute-as-a-button 20 year old swim instructor Tyler' class. Since we go to the oldest Y in the western hemisphere, the pool is frequently unusable due to unstable chemical levels or pump failure. Today was no exception. In the past they simply canceled the class and told us they'd refund the money to our accounts, which then never did. I guess people (besides me) caught on and complained, so they've worked out a deal with the township to use the pool at the local high school when the Y pool isn't safe.
We got there with plenty of time to spare. Since I wasn't 100% sure where I was going I left extra early. Naturally we found the proper location and doors in record time so we had almost 20 minutes to kill waiting for our class to begin. So we sat in the locker room and counted to 25 a bunch of times.
While we were counting, an alarm started to go off. Startled, I jumped up and grabbed Sam and our things from the locker. I threw a towel around him, slipped on my shoes and headed for the nearest exit. Just before I was about to walk out I looked around and noticed that no one else was making a move. The lifeguards were perched in their chairs and the elderly aquacise class was paddling along cheerfully. Then I heard the sound of a thousand teenagers jamming their way through the corridors. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that it wasn't a fire alarm I had heard.
The bell had rung.
2 comments:
Ugh, we had one like that at my last school. First time it went I nearly went through the roof. It sounded like an air raid!!!
At least you were prepared to leave. Ask me about the time I walked INTO our building with the fire alarm going, right past our fire warden who was leaving in a hurry, because I had my ipod on and couldn't hear the siren!!!!!!!
I just have to say that that is f***** funny
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