Mr. B. goes for an interview this morning with some city bureaucrat for a lifeguarding job at a public pool this summer. While I deal with the fence guy (who allegedly will be coming around 8 a.m. after failing again to show yesterday) Mrs. C. must go along with No. 1 son.
Can’t just drop him off, then come back for him. A parent “must be with him at all times,” sayeth the city. If the city can’t trust their own office personnel not to abuse a 15-year-old boy, how can they trust him to lifeguard by himself? Or is a parent expected to sit in the vicinity during his pool shift? Apparently not. Apparently they do trust the supervisor of lifeguards. Can’t imagine why.
What a chicken-shit society we live in. No wonder we can’t win wars anymore.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 