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TIFU by inviting my “allergic to water” neighbor into a freshly cleaned pool

Years ago, when I was around 16, a bunch of us neighborhood kids would hang out at a house across the street that had a pool. We were all around the same age—I’m 27 now, and most of them are between 22 and 28. We basically grew up together.

That house’s pool was like a community treasure, but the deal was: if you wanted to swim, you had to help clean it. So one hot day, we all pitched in—scrubbing, rinsing, filling it up—until it was crystal clear and ready for a proper pool day.

Except one guy didn’t help: our neighbor who, since childhood, has had a… complicated relationship with hygiene. Let’s just say water was his natural enemy. The dude absolutely hated bathing. Every time we teased him about it, he’d swear he did shower—but his greasy hair and perpetual teenage funk always said otherwise.

Anyway, we’re all in the pool, having the time of our lives, when he shows up. We start cheering him on, begging him to join us. And surprisingly, he does. He strips down, steps in, and as soon as his body hits the water… something changes.

I’m not even exaggerating—it was like his body released a protective coating. Grease started seeping out of his hair, shoulders, everywhere. But it wasn’t just oily—it made the water around him look murky, almost like… weirdly cloudy soup. You could see it spreading out around him.

The entire group screamed and scrambled out of the pool like we were being attacked by a sea monster made of fryer grease. It was total chaos.

To this day, that incident is one of our top inside jokes. He’s still our friend, we love him a lot, and we remind him constantly about the time he single-handedly contaminated an entire pool with nothing but his natural… aura. We even say the water didn’t just turn greasy—it got emotionally damaged.

TL;DR: I invited my notoriously unwashed neighbor to swim in our freshly cleaned pool. He got in, released visible grease into the water, and everyone evacuated in horror.

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