BRANFORD, Conn. – A sexy pool boy was interrupted from his daily routine of smearing lotion onto his cut six-pack abs and rinsing gunk from the neighbor’s pool filter when he wondered for the first time if there could be more to life than baby oil. The mid-20s hunk for hire, who has spent the last four summers maintaining a perfect glisten while fishing dead frogs out of Mrs. Dunken’s above-ground pool, had never before contemplated the true meaning of existence.
“It was the way the sunlight hit the algae that made me realize my time on this planet is finite,” said the tantalizingly oiled young man as he walked an armful of pool noodles over to the toy bin. “Is my reason for being just to massage mineral oil onto my pectorals and chuck twigs from the bottom of the pool onto Mrs. D’s lawn? There’s gotta be more out there than chlorine levels and moisturizer.”
In response, concerned neighborhood moms have promised to keep a tight watch on the sexy pool boy through their windows while they eat breakfast with their husbands.
