Sitting by the hotel pool, Charlene and I were bummed.  We had anticipated that the whirlpool would be empty.  We would have it all to ourselves.  Instead it was full of one disinterested woman checking her phone (while in the hot tub?!?), one man who was (as I deemed him) wholly unworthy of such sudsy heat, and an out of place in probably most situations teen.

Had they not received the memo about our exclusive hotel hot tub reservation?  Sadly, my use of the Jedi Mind Trick was also failing, “You will leave the hot tub now.” “I will leave the hot tub now.” Nope, wasn’t happening.

Then it struck me, what better way to clear a room?  Turning to my beautiful wife, I suggested, “Let’s make out.  That will scare them off.”

Brilliant idea, Paulsen.  Public display of affection, a sure room emptier.

Sadly, my wife responded with one of those, “Stop being silly looks,” which to the untrained eye looks sort of like her “Get away” or “No way in Hell” looks.

Oh well, her loss (really my loss), as the out of place hot tubbers continued to suds up and I continued to plot their inevitable eviction.