We went to spend the day at the Lake. There are about 11 beach areas. Anyway, we go there and plopped all our stuff down and the lifeguard was literally blowing his whistle nonstop. They had a swimming area marked and it was really small marked with buoys. It was a picture perfect day, the lake was completely calm. And, if you walked out to the buoy it was only like 4 ft deep. There wasn't a lot of room marked for swimming. Nobody was allowed to bring in a raft or pool noodle, etc. I understand they have a job to do, but I go to the lake to actually SWIM not just splash around by the shore. We and some others packed up our stuff and moved to a different beach where the lifeguard wasn't so whistle happy. And, we had a nice day, but there was no real swimming allowed anymore which is kind of a bummer.
He probably figured he should go exactly by the book just in case something happened and he would be on the end of a sh---ty stick. Or it is just his mind set. Over here you see a lot of this; no common sense, just follow the rules exactly.
I know. I understand that. But, when i was a kid, there was more leeway it seemed. You weren't so regulated and monitored. And, there is a vast swath of beach and they didn't have to corral us all in so closely. The Lifeguard could have easily seen much further down the beach and opened more area. I mean, i will just go swim in the river. where i can float and relax on my tube.
Too many think they shouldn't have to follow the rules but then they belly ache when their actions get them or someone hurt and they start in with the "if so and so had been doing their job" crap.
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Too many think they shouldn't have to follow the rules but then they belly ache when their actions get them or someone hurt and they start in with the "if so and so had been doing their job" crap.
I understand that. I followed the rules and I do follow the rules. But, i would like to, as adult, be able to swim in the freaking lake.
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Oh, there are ways to do it. When i was a kid, my parents owned a small boat. We would go out and then stop the boat and float and swim off the boat in the lake with life jackets on. I remember doing that when i was a kid and it was awesome. I don't own a boat now and that isn't practical. Would just like to be able to swim that's all. Doesn't seem like a terribly unreasonable notion to me.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Oh, i know. I love pontoon boats. But, DH really isn't a water person so it just wouldn't be worth the investment just so i can swim in the lake once in awhile, lol.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
