It was a kiddy pool.
BUT I was using an air compressor that plugs in to a car cigarette lighter and is intended for tires.
Therefore, it counts.
My husbando told me that the air compressor was easy to use.
I have a newfound respect for people who do this for a living. I was afraid of it blowing up in my face and it's just a child's pool, I can only imagine the fear when it's a tire for an 18 wheeler.
Perhaps it is an easy contraption to use, when it's not 310 degrees outside, with a baby clinging to your leg afraid of the sound the compressor makes, and the little attachment thingy (I'm sure there's a technical term) actually stays in place instead of shooting out of the air hole every 17 seconds.
After 15 minutes of sweating bullets trying to inflate her kiddy pool I totally trudged back in to the house, baby on one hip, pool in hand, and finished it with a manual pump that is meant for my exercise ball, where ever that may be.
And let me just say as an aside, all those minions of Satan that you read about in the Bible who were raining fire and brimstone on Sodom and Gomorrah, they all work at the kiddy pool factories now, making them as difficult as possible.
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