I thought that we just dropped our bags and ran at BCV, but I now remember that we took the Loud Children down to Stormalong Bay...or as I kept saying, Stromalong Bay. Hey, my brain was very hot. Let's pause a moment to discuss this "winter" weather, shall we? Ok, see where I am from? You'd think I would be used to heat and humidity, right? But, more importantly, this was supposed to be the dead of winter. Is it too much to ask to have sub 90 temps in the dead of winter? I can handle some heat, but when you aren't prepared for it, it sort of smacks you in the face..... and I wasn't prepared for it; physically or mentally, and it got the best of me.
Ok, rant over.
We make our way to the pool, show our proof of eliteness to the life guard, get towels and proceed to find some chairs. The next five minutes went by in a flash, but it happened sort of like this:
ThreeLoudChildrenaresuperexcitedaboutgettinginthepoolsotheystartdroppingclotheswhereeverwithmefollowingbehindpickingupeverythingwhilelookingforchairyellingatchildrentobecarefulandsticktogetherfindthreechairsputstuffdownlifeguardwalkingbuypicksupsomethingmancomestohischairnexttomeandstartstopanic.
The next hour goes like this:
I am still getting settled, trying to locate all of my children....I think DH ran off to the bathroom.
The man next to me is getting really agitated and asks me if I saw a white towel on the chair. DH walked up at the same time and said he saw a lifeguard gather up a towel and take it to the bin. Well, this really incites a riot and the man starts to explode. Why the F would someone touch someone's stuff. What the F am I supposed to do. I asked if something was missing. He said, yes, his glasses. Not good. This man couldn't see a thing. He had to get his son out of the pool cause he couldn't see him. Time slowed like a slow mo replay, and with every second that passed, the louder and more po'd he became. First we asked the life guard about picking up a towel to which the life guard denied. My DH spoke up and said, but I saw you take it to that bin. Seemed like forever went by, someone put on some blue gloves rolled out the bin and did a half-butt search. Meanwhile, Mr. Angry man is still shouting and rent a cop shows up. Not security, not hotel management, don't know what he was. He told that man that he couldn't help him with the insults and the yelling. Ok, the f-bombs weren't necessary, but their lack of care was making me angry. Rent a cop walked off. Soon after, some other important types show up to "offer assistance." Meanwhile Mrs. Angry shows up; she was reading in the room. She was very sweet and highly embarassed. I had started searching through the bushes and she joined me. The next higher ups who came weren't much help either and more showed up. Each new arrival was met with the retelling of the story which just elevated his anger. Someone asked Mr. Angry what more he wanted them to do. He said he wanted everyone at the pool to look for his glasses and said she(pointing to me) is the only one who has cared to help. To which the response was "sir we can't expect people to stop their vacation to look for your glasses; it's not like you lost your child." To which the man said, "without my glasses, I can't find my child." He had a point. You can imagine all the snooty on-lookers.
One man, ironically an optimologist, peeked in one bush.
Another lady looked under a trashcan.....easy there, don't hurt yourself. Oh, here's a good one, Mr. Angry was supposed to have laser eye surgery before the trip, but wouldn't be able to swim so he postponed it. So, now the hotel manager, some super security, head of maintanence, and some other people had now joined the party. Finally! These people were helpful. They offered apologies, offered to pay for new glasses (the man had explained that he couldn't drive, couldn't read a menu, couldn't take his child swimming, etc. I think his wife didn't have her license or something; basically he was screwed. Oh, let's not forget this is 3:00PM on a Sunday, holiday weekend.) They went through step by step what they were doing which satisfied him enough. The were searching the drains, had a snorkler in the pool, digging through trash, going through all the dirty linens. Whew. We decided to go to another part of the pool, so we wished Mr. Angry good luck. If you are familiar with Stromalong Bay, we were sitting at the end where the slide dumps out; we moved over to the sand area at the complete opposite end. The Loud Children thoroughly enjoyed SAB. As we headed in, I stopped at the towel return on the sand side and asked if there was any word on the glasses. Yes! They had been found. Somehow they ended up in a green sand bucket that hangs on the towel cart at this end of SAB. I'm glad there were found, but really, how did they end up in the towel return clear on the other side of SAB especially when the first life guard "never picked up the towel" in the first place? That first life guard was a real butt. He even tried to demonstrate how he picks up towels. My DH said, "sorry, but this is how you picked it up." Mr. Angry did have a big wad of $$. Makes me wonder if the life guard was watching him.....not to be accusing or anything, but that life guard was quick to defend himself. Well, I'm off to watch basketball!! March Madness B-A-B-Y!!!!!
Up Next: Slate behaving badly.
I wanted to be able to enjoy Disney without being soaked with sweat. 
I found some stone block wall to sit and wait for the boys and DD and I have a little chat. 
Gonna go read it now S`Late! 
