One day recently I was knee deep in stuff that was giving me a headache. I decided that I needed to get out of the house and figured since it was one of those super hot days...I'd take E and his friend to the pool.
So off to the pool we went.
Now...my Godson is a pretty smart kid who pretty much doesn't want any trouble. BUT...he's also a kid. When we get to the pool, he and his friend change their shoes and take off their shirts. They head back out to me and we go over to a bench so they can hang up their bags. Then...it was ON!
POOL TIME BABY!
Me: E.
E: Yes ma'am?
Me: Follow the rules.
E: Yes ma'am.
But again...he's a kid in the summer time at the pool with his friend.
One of the rules is no running. I didn't reiterate the rules mind ya...so I'll take full responsibility for that.
I don't let E out of my sight when he's with me. I might not look at him every single second mind ya...but when I turn my head back...he's usually where he was. Cool? Cool.
I looked back and E was running.
I got up and headed in his direction. Before I got to him, however, the lifeguard reached him and the body language of the lifeguard suggested he was yelling at E. I sped up and by the time I got there, lifeguard dude was climbing back up his ladder and E was headed to the lap pool.
Me: E.
E: (comes over)
Me: What's going on?
E: I have to do 4 laps because I was running.
Me: Did he say anything else to you?
E: He was just yelling at me.
Me: Go back in the other pool. If I tell you to do laps...you do laps.
E: Yes ma'am.
Me: The rules are no running so you don't run. Period.
E: Yes ma'am.
So I head to the office to speak with the manager cuz I was not about to argue with some 15 year old who thought he was powerful.
The office is this glass encased room at the front of the pool. They went to get the manager and I sat there and waited. I turn around to look for E and saw him standing up in the pool and the 15 year old lifeguard standing at the edge pointing and yelling at him.
Well...then there's that.
I stomped off and headed to that lil pimply faced freak and yelled, "HEY!" And they both turned around. E was trembling cuz again...he's not used to all that and I took one look at him and wanted to punch the fug outta that lil prick.
Me: What the hell is going on here?
PimplyFacedLifeGuard: I told him to do laps and he disobeyed me!
Me: (Open mouth, look at E. Close mouth, look at E.) E...yall go to the other side of the pool please.
And I waited and then I cussed that lil punk out from head to toe. I tried my damnedest to not use too many big words but truth be told...I can't promise you that I didn't cuz I was seeing RED!
"LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU LITTLE PRICK! I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S AZZ WHAT THE HELL YOU TOLD HIM TO DO IF I TOLD HIM DIFFERENT HE DOES WHAT THE HELL I SAID TO DO PERIOD END OF DISCUSSION..."
And the beat went on and on and on.
The manager rushed over...I broke some thangs down for him, he apologized and the teenager in semi-charge was removed from his post.
When we left the pool I reminded E that, again, he is to always follow the rules but that if anyone ever got in his face yelling at him like that he needs to find HIS adult and let them know what was going down.
I thought I handled it pretty well even though I was pissed like HELL that dude thought he could go at E like that. I'm not going to point out we were the only three brown people in there nor am I going to point out that I saw lots of kids running before and after my cussing out old boy. All Imma say is...I didn't take too kindly to that shit.
E is a good kid. His mama has raised him right. If you tell him to not do something...he won't do it cuz he doesn't want to be in trouble or disappoint anyone. Ain't nobody bout to talk to him any old kinda way.
Not on my damn watch.
Tsiporah told me that E told her about the incident all excited. "Man mama! T-Monnie TOLD.HIM.OFF!"
*SIGH*
Imma fight that kid.
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