Disneyworld, the summer before my brother Drew joined the Marines. We are staying at a very nice hotel with a large outdoor swimming pool and hot tub. On the way back from the pool, Drew stops at the hot tub where two teenage boys (around 13 or 14 years old the most) are casually chatting together. Neither of us know who these kids are, but I watch, not knowing what the hell he has planned. Drew gets down on his hands and knees and looks at them with a face similar to that shown in the photo¹ above.

He asks, “Did you guys pee in here?”

The two boys blush and exchange glances. “What?”

Drew repeats, “Did you pee in here, in the hot tub?”

“No,” the teens reply at the same time.

Drew fully submerges his head into the hot tub, comes out from the water, and shakes his head much like a dog attempting to dry itself after a bath.

Licking his lips and making a sour face, he observes, “Well it tastes like piss water in here.”

Together, my brother and I walk off and leave the two teens to forever ponder, “What the fuck was that all about?”

¹The shirt that Drew is wearing features an iron-on photo of my youngest brother.

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