I’ve already told you I seem to be a perv magnet. Well, I am starting to think I am a magnet for strange, but true, stories also. Or maybe it’s just where I live? Money Town seems to be a continuing source of drama.
I recently visited our local pool supply store. I wanted to buy a kickboard. Remember those? Kids use them when they are learning to swim. The Torturer has me doing 15 minutes per day of pool exercises as part of my rehab. I love swimming, but my arm just doesn’t have the strength yet to go beyond his simple exercises. I decided as long as I am in the pool, I might as well try to workout my legs and butt too. The kickboard is to replace my bum arm. I can hold it with my good arm and then kick myself through several laps in the pool. It may not be the perfect exercise, but it’s better than nothing. Plus, it’s been pretty hot lately here in the OC and the pool is refreshing.
When I arrived at the pool store the employees were all abuzz. This same store also does pool repair and service. One of the pool repair employees had just returned. I heard him laughing and talking and then more laughter followed. Apparently he had shown up at the home of a wealthy customer for a scheduled repair. He walked into the backyard to find the woman of the house floating on a raft in the pool naked. (She knew he was arriving that morning.) He was embarrassed and, supposedly, diverted his eyes and explained he needed to work on the pool. She said, “Go ahead”.
He retreated. He was worried her husband would come out and kill him. He went to the front door and knocked and the husband answered. He told the husband that he was there to work on the pool, but the wife was in the backyard and he “did not want to disturb her”. The husband went and talked to his wife, returned, and said, “She’s not moving – just go work on the pool.” He did.
The employee told me that the pool and backyard were “not at all private in the first place” and he was stunned she would float around naked for all of her neighbors to see. Not to mention she knew he was
coming arriving that morning. Isn’t this a little … odd? I know she must have been really comfortable out there naked on her raft, but?
I am not a body-shy person. I am in my forties and I know I have far (!) from a perfect body, but I am comfortable with myself. I am not against nudity and actually the less clothes the better … in the appropriate setting. I, however, cannot imagine floating on a raft in my pool naked while a total stranger showed up to do pool repairs and several neighbors looked on.
So is this an Orange County story or do things like this happen elsewhere? And why do my bizarre, but true, stories always seem to involve Money Town? Also, I admit, there is now a part of me that wants to go float in my pool naked just to see the reactions people have. Maybe she was a blogger and needed a good story to post about? I wonder if she had her camera handy to catch the repairman’s expression when he first saw her?