That's me. Lifeguards at this storied bastion of old Southern money are unique for their stunning feats of inactivity and the near endless lenience management extends.
But I hate lay-abouts, especially when their sloth gums up perceptions of my work ethic. So I bust ass to go above and beyond. I study regular swimmers' habits, aiming to fill their wants before they've even come to mind.
The idle hours remain legion. Yet my extra efforts - a towel or bright pink noodle offered just as its needed - mask the abiding laziness which led me to take this job.
As a lifeguard this summer, I've become the hardest working lazy-ass in town.
