Stump Lane

The warning stickers on my pool are so punk rock:

Yeah, I’ve got my own little parcel of White Trash Heaven right here on Earth. But it’s classy when I do my best William Buckley Jr. impression and say things like, “You simply must stop by. We’ll be out sipping Mimosas on the deck by the above ground. Jeeves will show you around.”

Anyway, we’re rocking the weather faded danger stickers, minus anything that was printed in red: the circles with “do not do” slashes and the actual WARNING/DANGER titles. “It’s like an advertisement for death,” my 10 year old daughter gleefully points out. Yes. We invite you: jump, dive. Knock yourself out. (Quite possibly literally.) Permanent injury or death may result.

Next time some intellectually defective yahoo, who thinks it’s a good idea to dive into a 52 inch deep pool, does us the favor of carrying out his plan, who’s pockets will be deep enough to cover the lawsuit? Probably not the cut rate, subcontract warning sticker supplier. Now that’s punk rock.

So, what do people think? Should I put in a 10 meter diving platform or what?