POLICIES (any gender- late teens to late twenties)
You think I have this coming- no - I KNOW you think that. You've been riding me all summer about appropriate activities with the kids.
You yelled at me the day I had the kids wear spiderman masks on the ropes course, you yelled at me the night I lifeguarded so Sally could skinny dip with her cabin girls.
And today: I hold a Hobbit quest battle with nerf swords- you know I knew you didn't like violent themes and how about that- things get even worse: One of the kids gets whacked in face, then trips and falls down the hill... to his death.
Tell me that doesn't tickle you a bit. The "cool counselor" is finally going to get his comeuppance in court and the uptight camp director is redeemed. Right?
Except here's the thing. While I was waiting next to Caleb's body, I heard your little argument at the top of the hill. With Sally? About the manual? About how there wasn't a manual? I didn't even know we were supposed to get one. But...
Just remember: If this was my fault: Who's the one who hired me? And who's the one who co-founded a brand new summer camp without providing any policies or procedures during orientation?
What are you planning to tell the police again?
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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