As the lifeguard of an elderly-residential pool, ample time is offered for your mind to wander. Naturally so, as you normally wouldn’t enjoy watching aged cellulite swim and witnessing the addition of prune texture to already-wrinkled skin.
I’m waiting, I guess.
For I am Hades lifeguarding the River Styx, waiting for the next dead arrival to float along its surface. Each resident does his water aerobics silently and slowly to himself. One kick, one splash, one weak heartbeat closer to my eternal control.
Do you honestly expect my CPR skills can save you? Come on in, the Pool is open.