Disclaimer: this is my first post, hope you like it. If you have any triggers, please don’t read.
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It was a hot summer and I was broke. I did a bunch of odd jobs to try and save up money for my freshmen year in college – painting houses, mowing lawns etc. One of the best jobs I had was cleaning pools; I liked it because it was easy and I got to have my shirt off on a hot day.
One of the pools I cleaned was for an older lady named Helen Sanders. She was a widow whose husband passed away a couple years ago.She had a reputation for being the neighborhood nice old lady; basically the female version of Mr. Rodgers. Always made it to service every week and even handed out cookies every once in awhile.
I was happy to help her keep her pool clean even though it wasn’t used all that much since her husband passed. Her husband used to throw BBQs for the whole neighborhood but that all stopped when it was just her.
“All done Mrs. Sanders, pool is squeaky clean”