|Where's Waldo? Better find him quick, 'cause he's drowning...|
|...He laughed as he tossed another chair into the circle of treading lifeguards!|
That's when it hits you. Maybe it's another guard telling you to let that one go. Maybe it's the cut-up giving you a wry smile after making that first save. Maybe it's that first really attractive patron who walks confidently past your stand. Or maybe it's just the little rush you're feeling from freaking out so. You wanted this job! Some other poor sap is flipping burgers for his summer minimum wage. You'll laugh at him as you pick up lunch on your way back to "work"--getting paid to keep people safe, stay in shape, and maybe, just maybe, save someone's life. And there is no higher calling than that.
And then it's over. Three short whistle blasts/The air horn sounds/The water toys turn off and everyone clears out for the day. You trudge back to the guard office carrying your towel, water bottle, and guard tube with you. They all feel a little extra heavy. But you feel amazing! You feel like you did great work! Just to confirm it, your supervisor tells you so with a pat on the back. And with that one touch, you're entire back is on fire. You forgot to put on sunscreen...
|...And these tan lines will be a summer long reminder.|