Scooping Duty

I lifeguard at the Bell Road YMCA and every day that I work there something weird seems to happen in some way or another. Kids throw up in the pool all the time, and it seems like every time that they do I am the one who has to clean it up. One time this little kid puked in the pool and of course I was the one who had to scoop the chunks out of the water. The little boy's father was extremely apologetic and I told him it was alright and that that just happens sometimes, he couldn't have prevented it. However I didn't really feel like I said about the situation. I was ticked. His vomit had spread all over the kiddie pool and every time I would scoop some out and dump it, I would come back to find more bits to fish out. If I had been assigned with this cleaning task 6/7 years ago I would have been very hesitant. When I was younger, for some reason I was deathly afraid of puke. I can still remember coming home from school one day in the 4th grade, and my sister was sick. When she puked I ran all the way to the other end of the house and locked myself in the back room until I was sure that she wasn't going to do it anymore.