A good seat at the bar..

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Many years ago, when I was around 18 years of age, I accompanied my parents and sister on a drive to Florida to visit relatives on the Gulf Coast. After the visit we cut accross Florida and stayed in Miami, at the Castaways.

It was late in the afternoon and I thought I would get in a little diving, having been working as a lifeguard and doing a lot of spring board diving. The pool was virtually empty and so I began. The elastic in my bathing suit was pretty worn and with each dive, it would slide down to my knees upon entering the water, and I would pull it up again and go on. Later on, I went up to the room, changed into sport clothes and headed to the Wreck bar to meet my family.

Needless to say, I was totally taken back when I walked into the bar and saw, over the bar, this large window that looked directly into the pool, under water, where I had been diving. Everyone started looking at me, pointing, smiling, etc. I made my excusses and left the bar.