By: A Survivor (Who is currently blushing)
Then, the pump cycled on.
Go to the pool manager. Do not be embarrassed. I said, “Excuse me, sir… the drain ate my rubber ducks.” He laughed, walked to the pump room, and opened the filter canister. There they were—wadded up, wet, but intact. My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off
Dry off. Laugh it off. And for the love of all that is chlorinated, buy a tighter suit. Have you lost your swimwear to a rogue pool filter? Share your story in the comments below. Let’s build a support group. We’ll meet at the hot tub—where there are no drains. By: A Survivor (Who is currently blushing) Then,
We have all had bad days at the pool. A belly flop that stings for hours. A diving board mishap that ends with a wedgie of epic proportions. But until last Tuesday, I considered myself immune to the specific, soul-crushing horror that can only be described by the phrase: I said, “Excuse me, sir… the drain ate my rubber ducks