On our recent vacation we stopped to visit family in Pensacola, Fla. It was still another 10 hours of driving, one way, to visit my mom in south Florida.
“That’s a long way,” said The Lady of the House. “I might just want to stay here with my sister.”
“My brother has a pool,” I said. My brother was letting us stay at his new house while he was away.
“Are you SURE he has a pool?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said. He did at his last house, I thought to myself.
“Well,” said The Lady of the House, “If there’s a pool I’ll go. I can float around in it.” The Lady of the House is a big fan of floating, be it in a pool or the ocean.
The drive was long but The Lady of the House cheered us with visions of floating in crystal cool water while the frogs serenaded us.
We arrived at the house and I went straight to the back doors, just knowing they would reveal a sparklingly clean pool shimmering with underwater lights.
I opened the doors to a tiny yard full of lush grass.
“Oops,” I said. “No pool.”
There was a deathly silence as The Lady of the House looked around at the back yard then looked me square in the eye.
She said a bunch of stuff that, ah, we don’t need to go into here but she finished up by saying, “So in the future you won’t mind if I double check some of your information?”
Later, after we started having normal conversations again, I promised The Lady of the House somehow I would get her a pool for our High Plains back yard.
“And do you need a cabana boy to serve you drinks with little umbrellas?” I asked
“That’s okay,” said The Lady of the House. “You can be my cabana boy.”