The hotel pool

I was riding a razor scooter through a hotel. A beautiful young woman passes me and I turn to follow her. As I’m checking her out, I wreck into a display rack of clothes. I get up and roll off in the opposite direction down a crowded hall. I am happy and not embarrassed. Then my handlebar knocks into a large shelves that rolls forward. Someone behind me yells, “Are you alright?” It is Jeff McKenize looking just like he did back in high school. Suddenly I am walking with him and Donald Littlejohn next to a pool, crowded with kids and people lying out. And I’m telling them how this is the pool that I come to every time that I come to Disney. Then I contort myself to lay on my back on the scooter and roll along looking up at them. It should be an impossibly awkward move, but I make it effortless and go on talking. I tell them I don’t know why we came to this pool, there are too many kids here. And that there are beautiful women at the Royal Caribbean hotel. But that the hottest chicks anywhere are at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino pool in Las Vegas.