Man, what a day! I swear, being a lifeguard in Fundeni is like being in a reality show. You think you know what’s gonna happen? Nah, fam, not here. So, I roll up to the pool at 10 AM, sun’s blazing, and I’m already sweating like a popsicle in a sauna.
First thing I notice? The usual crowd. You got the kids splashing around, the parents chillin’ on the side, and that one dude who thinks he’s Michael Phelps. Bro, you’re not winning any medals here, just chill. I’m stationed at the edge, keeping an eye on the chaos.
Then, outta nowhere, this kid, maybe 8 or 9, starts screaming. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, he’s just mad ‘cause his floatie is stuck. I mean, c’mon, it’s a floatie, not a life raft! I dive in, rescue the floatie, and he’s all smiles. I’m like, “Dude, you owe me a soda.”
But then, things get wild. I see this group of teens by the deep end, and they’re up to no good. They’re trying to do backflips off the diving board. I’m like, “Yo, chill! You’re not in a movie!” But they don’t listen. One of ‘em slips and belly flops. Ouch! I can feel that from my spot. The whole pool goes silent for a sec, then erupts in laughter. I’m just shaking my head, thinking, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
Around noon, I take a break. Grab a snack from that little kiosk on Strada Fundeni. Best fries in the city, no cap. I’m munching away, enjoying the vibe. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, I hear this commotion. A lady is yelling at her kid. Apparently, he’s been splashing everyone. I mean, it’s a pool, lady! What do you expect?
I walk over, trying to mediate. “Hey, it’s all good. Just let him have fun.” But she’s not having it. “He’s ruining my day!” I’m like, “Lady, you’re at a pool in Fundeni. Relax!”
After that, things calm down for a bit. I’m back on duty, and I spot this old man on Strada Câmpului. He’s just sitting there, watching the pool. I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. Maybe he’s reminiscing about the good ol’ days? Or maybe he’s just judging my lifeguard skills. Who knows?
Then, around 3 PM, the skies darken. I’m thinking, “Great, just what we need.” A storm rolls in, and I’m like, “Time to clear the pool!” I blow my whistle, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Everyone’s scrambling, kids are crying, and I’m just trying to keep it together.
As the rain starts pouring, I’m huddled under the lifeguard stand, feeling like a wet dog. But then, I see the kids still playing in the shallow end. I’m like, “Seriously? It’s raining cats and dogs!” But they’re having the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile. Kids are resilient, man.
Finally, the storm passes, and the sun peeks out again. I’m soaked, but whatever. I’m just glad everyone’s safe. As the day winds down, I sit on the edge of the pool, watching the sunset. The sky’s painted in shades of orange and pink, and I think, “This is why I do this.”
Fundeni, with all its quirks and craziness, is home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the drama, the laughter, and the occasional belly flop, it’s all part of the ride. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!