Mumbles … Rubber

I need to go visit the ducks again.  The local hospital wellness center has a heated pool that you can exercise in (for a fee) and it is one exercise that doesn’t really flare my fibromyalgia.  It is the hottest pool in town and feels so good.

yellow duckies in line on a concrete floor
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Oh, right I need to get back to the rubber ducks.  The instructor/therapist that is there has a rather impressive collection of different rubber ducks.  At the beginning of the time I started pool therapy she used to have them all lined up around half the pool, until the new boss said they looked unprofessional.  (Party pooper!)  Now she just has a few in the corners.  They are fun and bring smiles to those in the pool.

I haven’t been to the pool in almost a month now.  There was a problem with the heater, so I missed my last scheduled visit because of that.  Then the holidays came up and I was fortunate enough to have my daughter share her cold with me so I was too sick to go to the pool.  Now I am about back to normal so I can call Monday and make an appointment.  Time to visit the ducks.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – rubber

Never Pleased

He came to the counter with an arrogant swagger.  The clerk started to say, “Good morn-“

“Can I speak to a manager?”  he interrupted in a brash manner.

The hotel clerk said, “I am the current supervisor on shift.”

“Well all I can say is this is the most sub-par room I have ever stayed in.  I’m surprised I am not leaving with a hundred bedbugs!”

“Is there anything we can do to make the rest of your stay more pleasant?”

“I doubt it.  There was a racket from the pool first thing this morning and I woke up after only 4 hours of sleep.”

“Do you want to move to a quieter room?”

“That would be too much of a hassle for me.  Just know I am leaving a terrible review when I leave.”  And he stormed off towards the free breakfast bar.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – brash