Last weekend, we celebrated Dena’s son’s birthday at the pool.  We ordered pizza from a local pizza place called G-No’s Pizzeria.  Our delivery guy was quite the cool punk rocker, complete with purple Mohawk and when he got to the pool, he gave us our pizza, Dena paid him and he started to walk away, then he turned around and very loudly asked “Who’s in charge around here?”  Dena and I kind of looked at each other funny and she shrugged her shoulders and said “I am, why?” and he said, “Mind if I take a dip?”  After Dena said no, he took off his shoes and shirt and jumped in the pool, then got out, grabbed his stuff and ran off to his car.  We both kind of stood there and chuckled as we both said “Yeah, that was really weird!”

Well, this past weekend, we decided to order pizza for the kids again, since we decided to let them swim in the pool until 8:00pm, and guess who our delivery guy was again?  Yup, you guessed it, Mr. Punk Rockin’ Pool Dipper!  We were kind of hoping that it would be him, so that we could see if he would ask to take a dip again.  So he gave us our pizza, which was wrong and he had to run back to the restaurant to get the right one and upon his return, he did not disappoint.  He once again asked if we minded him taking a dip and we said, “Sure go ahead,” giggling like idiots – only this time he stripped down to his underwear – HIS UNDERWEAR!  In front of all the women, all the kids, the lifeguard – EVERYONE!  Dena and I looked at each other and lost it!  Who does that?  I mean seriously?
We are totally ordering pizza again next weekend – first so I can see if he gets naked this time, and second so I can get it on film!