It was an interesting day at the Purple Parrot pool. I shut the boom boxes blasting from the lounge chairs down, because Truman was starting his live music gig. But that only lasted for an hour because the Tiki Bar sent him home, he's done, not sure why.
Then a lady started walking next to me as I was making my rounds, and told me about a domestic issue that was going down in a unit behind her and her husband. A man was yelling and a woman was screaming, so of course I knocked on the door.
Folks are treating me like security lately, even though that's not in my job description. In fact one guy walked up to me and said his wife was wondering if I was ex-military or ex-cop. Must be the muscles I'm building up these days, and I just looked at him, smiled, and said both!
Turns out the lady in the yellow building said there was no problem when I asked her about the yelling. I left and came back a few minutes later with my shirt off like a renter, and hung out next to the unit. They checked out ten minutes later.
I also cleaned some junk out of the crowded pool with the long pole. Just another day in Paradise.