Genghis Khan

My son just wanted to go in the hot tub.  The sign said “adults only”.  The attentive hotel employee (let’s call him “Mike”) enforced the rules with zero tolerance.

He pointed at the sign and tapped it twice with his index finger.  “No one under 18 allowed.”  My son obeyed, but whimpered as he stepped out of the 100 degrees of bubbly sensory bliss. 

“What an ass.” 
‘Nobody is around.” 
“Can’t he see that my son is different?” 
“Doesn’t he know how difficult these concepts are for my son to grasp?” 
“You give a guy a little bit of authority and they become Genghis Khan.”
“He’s about 5’10, 185 lbs.  I can take him.”

Then it happened:  my son stopped whimpering and jumped into the main pool, forgetting about the hot tub.  He began splashing and giggling with his big sister. 

I silently apologized to “Mike”, then to my son for underestimating him yet again. 

Thank you, Sir.