|Harrison, on the job|
One of our high school summer jobs involved a large, private swimming pool. We arrived early, removed drowned wildlife from the pool filters, cleaned up the empties from the previous evening's goings on, topped off the chlorine tank, then jumped in the water and scrubbed the pool walls by hand. Although we were usually out of there before the first sunbather hit a chaise lounge, we still remember it as a primo gig.
New York City high school kid Harrison Anastasio also has a summer job at a pool. Harrison's position sounds like more fun:
By 11 a.m. on a recent sweltering Sunday, Harrison Anastasio had already collected the cellphone numbers of five bikini-clad women on the rooftop pool at the James New York Hotel.
“Don’t forget to text me,” one of the women whispered to the 17-year-old, flashing him a coy smile. Anastasio colored slightly beneath his Wayfarer sunglasses. But he wouldn’t forget. Though it sounds like the setup for a 1980s sex comedy, it’s his job.Back then, we'd have offered that service, too. Bikinis were widely available, but nobody had heard of cell phones.