Pools gross me out. Oceans, I love. Pools—yuck. Ever see a floating used Band-Aid in a pool? One with an underbelly of blood and goo? How about hair? Like, you’re swimming and you feel something dangling from your lip. You pull at it, and it’s a strand of hair. Ew.
Once, while vacationing in Cape Cod, I was swimming in an apparently clean pool when someone’s hair weave floated past. Literally, the hair weave. Nasty.
How many times have you wiped snot from your nose while in a pool? Where does that snot go? I’m a believer in the power of Chlorine, but I’m pretty certain it doesn’t obliterate snot. The stuff just floats there, merging with gallons of spit, the hair, the Band-Aid goo, the festering boils into one gigantic stew of disgust.
Thank God summer’s over.