“Pool Closed.” My wife and I and our three children huddled around the sign with wide mouths and a beach bag full of goggles and squirt guns. We had strolled by the hotel pool just ten minutes earlier, smiling as another family laughed and splashed together. And now it was—closed?
It had been a rough week. We needed this winter weekend getaway, even if only to the next town for a one night stay, a nice meal, movies, and…swimming.
Pool. Closed. The sign was mocking us. With heavy hearts, my wife and kids returned to the room. I huffed over to the front desk.
“So what’s wrong with the pool?” I asked the manager…
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