On our last trip the kids wanted to take full advantage of the water slides at the hotel after a long day of skiing. My husband was already nestled by the fire napping and the children had that pleading look in their eye – I wearily agreed to go.
I looked at the quiet hot tube next to the slide and it was calling my name in romantic whispers. It was exactly what I needed to soak my tired muscles and watch the kids jet down the slide.
It was just my luck to have my personal space invaded very quickly by a hairy ape-man modeling a very tight mankini.
I moved a little further away from him as he was hogging my personal space, he moved a little closer to me, I moved a little further to the side, and he moved a little further to the side.
I rolled my eyes, and with that I felt his furry leg brush up against me.
I let out a very loud impatient sigh and moved a little further away.
He moved closer to me and again I felt his furry leg brush up against me!
It was with that I shot out of the tub and exclaimed “Good Grief!”
It was at that moment I realized someone failed to teach this ape the importance of hot tub etiquette! In the wise words of Patrick Swayze “This my dance space. This is your dance space.” The same thing applies for the hot tub!
Have you ever had any hot tub experiences from hell?
Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga