At around 2 pm, after another call with Brando about when I would come back to town to pick up my pay, I headed down toward Beach Haven. There was one cleaning over on Chatsworth Avenue past the tennis courts and The Chegg, but there’s no doubt I was wasting a ton of time by driving all the way over there so early. I didn’t want to wait anymore, and I was anxious to see if Nicoletta had a pool. If there’s one thing you inadvertently learn as a pool guy, it’s that if you pull up in a truck and walk in the backyard with a skimmer net on its pole, you will not be questioned. Sometimes this even applied to non-client homeowners who had seen us right away. They’d let us clean their pool and figure out we wasted our time once it was too late. The upside was knowing that those ridiculous getups in spy and assassin movies actually worked. Just dress up minimally as some professional ‘guy’ and you can buy yourself a shocking amount of time on someone’s property.
Nick Denardi 