it was one of those days.  my buds were out of town visiting family, something about a wedding and "no monkeys allowed" was all i heard.  so i was decided to visit the pool area of the apartment complex.  there is was, me, a tall cold glass of iced tea (actually it was a tall plastic container - we are not allowed to have glass in the pool area, rules), and my portable tv - it's springer time.  as i was watching jerry, and remembering all the "jerry moments" of my life, a family came in and started to swim.  you could tell they were a family, they all look alike.  now, granted for a punk monkey all humans look alike, but these looked so much a like i could hardly believe it.  as they were playing, all i could do was watch - they were disrupting my "jerry moment."

i was getting frustrated, i was missing my show and these "brats" - six of them ranging in ages from 7 to 13 ran around screaming and just disturbing my life, and i was ticked.  oh, they seemed like they were having a great time, but i was getting hotter and hotter.  i though to myself, "these little creeps are running all over my relax day, and i am about to take prisoners."  the women was was with them was an elderly women who just did not care what the kids did.  she had no control over those kids, and it showed - she never even tried to stop them from running around.  as they would run and jump and scream she would watch and egg them one - "jump over here billy", "jump over there susan" it was getting frustrating.  I was just about to scream and run to the complex manager and file a complaint - if these brats are living here, they need to be in control.  i just won't take it anymore.  just then, the large one jumped into the pool and splashed me.  the splash hit me tv and shorted it out - that was it, that was the last straw - i was going to take the $300.00 bucks out of that brats hide. 

as i started to the kid, to give him a piece of my mind,  the elderly woman came over to me.  my first though was to blast her about how bad she was at watching these brats.  when she approached me she said, "sir, i do apologies for them ruining your day.  these are my grandchildren and they lost both their parents last week in a horrid automobile accident.  this is the first time in a week they have laughed and played.  i live in the apartment over there, and if you would send me the bill i would be happy to pay for any repairs."

needless to say - i felt like a fat clown on the springer show.  i smiled and told her all was fine.  i soon found myself playing marco-polo with a family of kids that turned out to be pretty cool.

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