Well I have made a complete fool out of myself today.

Damon, the little Dominican pool boy that works here at the mobile home park had been asked by the sheriff's office to answer a few questions so he was unable to go to Pack and Save Pooltown to get the needed chemical for the swimming pool. But he wanted me to pick him up at the county building in the afternoon.

The pool is still a very ugly shade of purple/grey after Charline Dennison and her grandson Matt went swimming in it Monday afternoon. It is also very hot, and some of us wanted to stand in the water to cool off. evidentially Matt "made a siss" in the water, and it reacted with whatever the orchid nursery is putting in that recycled water they use for the pool. Matt started itching and burning, and some of his hair started coming out so his grandmother pulled him out and wrapped him in a big leaf from one of the palm trees that had fire ants on it, so little Matt started wailing like a cat. I told her to give the lad a cookie to quiet him down.

So I took the Roadmaster to the pool store to buy some chemicals to pour in the pool. I paid for the two bottles and placed them on the floor of the Buick..and stopped by the county building to give Damon a ride back to his brother's trailer. On the way back some punk little juvenile delinquent rat stopped short at the stoplight on Orange Blossom Trail, and the two bottles clanked together. I thought nothing of it. After about 2 minutes Damon started to cough, and the Roadmaster filled with some thick fog. The muriatic acid had spilled all over my nicely cleaned carpet. Tommy Shaddoff had shampooed them to get the salsa out, and the carpet came out beautiful, but now it smelled like gas.

I pulled the car into the parking lot of the Red Front, and leaped out on to the asphalt. Damon had already opened all the windows and jumped out too. I remembered that my new camera (the silver one) was in the back seat so I demanded that Damon go back to get it..which he did, and I went to find a phone booth to call Rhonda and the pool guy to tell me what to do. Damon shot this picture of me walking to the Red Front to use their phone.

Now all of the carpet in the Buick is eaten away, and the cables that operate the heater and air conditioner are rusted in place so they don't work, and I can't shift it anymore. I'm not very pleased about all of this. And the radio/tape player has all of this white corrosion stuff all over it. This is a mess, let me tell you that. Goodbye

© 2003 Mr. Patrick Wallace - 9/12/03

Damon is a terrible photographer