I’m not sure it is ever good to have a Caddyshack moment, but if you have one, then usually one would hope it to be on the golf course or involving drinks. Sadly, our moment was neither. We were at the pool (do I need to continue?) and instead of the Babyruth candy bar clearing the pool, it was the real deal. Conor told me he had to go potty, which was no problem and of course I was happy to help. Unfortunately what he meant was he already went potty. While in the bathroom I realise the confusion with the linguistics. Then my friend comes in and tells me there is indeed something in the pool that shouldn’t be there and would I prefer her to tell the lifeguards? Of course, I let her tell them as I was too embarrassed at that point to tell them (but I would have if necessary). I got Conor cleaned up, got a towel for him to cover up and went to retrieve our belongings. Meanwhile the pool cleared out in a hurry (just like Caddyshack). As we were preparing to leave, Conor sat looking sad at our table in his towel. It was then my friend and I realised he was embarrassed about the incident. Of course I told him it was an accident and these things happen. I felt so bad for him..
The next day I saw a post on our neighborhood Facebook page asking why there were no lifeguards at the pool and the gate was locked. My friend who witnessed the incident kindly reported that there had been a “Caddyshack” moment and the pool would be open later that day.
Of course this happened Friday evening and the pool was shut part of Saturday. In Texas. In 100 plus degrees.