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Dreams that won't come true

So last evening in the hotel and one of my dreams kinda sorta totally didn't come true, but in a sort of freaky way I came close to it.

I was sitting in the bubble bath next to the hotels swimming pool, just relaxing and preparing myself mentally for a long solo drive back home. When suddenly 3 young women appeared from behind me and joined me in this tiny tub. Now normally I would cheer and be all manly (read: look the other way and get all shy), but sadly for me these women weren't so much women but they were actually girls around the age of 7 or 8. Bummer of course but getting the hell out of there felt like the wrong thing to do and not very polite (yeah I think about that stuff), so I stayed in and just tried to relax as the 3 whispered to each other and stared at me just to make me as uncomfortable as possible.
Suddenly I felt a cloud of warm water surrounding me which made me lookup in surprise. The girl sitting next to me had a odd smile on her face and clearly looked relieved. Throwing all manners aside (much like the girl had done) I decided that the pee-H value of the water had risen way above acceptable levels and that I was in dire need of a shower. In short, I raced out of the tub.

Lesson learned; do not go on vacation during school holidays or I might get peed on by kids.



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