Water You, Stupid? Baffled Man Tries To ‘Drown-Proof’ His Pool By Filling It With Concrete, Gets Mad When Neighbors Call Him An Idiot
BALTIMORE, MD – In a move that has left local homeowners’ associations, concrete suppliers, and basic physics equally baffled, a man named Kevin “Kev-o” Patterson has officially entered the chat with the dumbest home improvement project since someone tried to install a skylight in their basement.
Patterson, a 34-year-old logistics coordinator who once argued that “gluten-free water” was a legitimate grocery item, decided this summer that his in-ground swimming pool was a “literal death trap” because it contained water. His solution? Fill the entire 20-by-40-foot pool with 80 cubic yards of quick-dry concrete.
“Look, I’ve got a two-year-old and a dog that can’t swim for shit,” Patterson told reporters, standing proudly next to what now looks like a gray, depressing parking lot in his backyard. “Water is the enemy. It’s wet, it’s deep, and it’s basically just waiting to kill your kid. So I eliminated the threat. Simple as that.”
Ah, yes. The “logic” of a man who saw a swimming pool and decided the problem wasn’t the lack of supervision, pool fences, or safety covers, but the actual existence of H2O. This is the same energy as someone setting their house on fire to prevent burglars from stealing their TV.
The saga began two weeks ago when Patterson posted a poll on Nextdoor, asking, “Is it possible to just fill a pool with dirt and call it a day?” Predictably, the comments were a goldmine of sarcasm and genuine concern. One user, “KarenFromBlock5,” replied, “You’re an idiot. That’s called a hole in the ground. You’ll have a mosquito swamp within a week.” Another user, “TomTheHandyman,” suggested, “Just get a cover, you absolute walnut.”
But Kevin doesn’t listen to walnuts. He listens to his gut, which apparently told him that concrete was the superior solution. He contacted a local ready-mix company, who initially thought it was a prank call.
“Yeah, we get prank calls,” said Mike Delgado, dispatcher for Charm City Concrete. “But this guy was dead serious. He said, ‘I need enough concrete to turn a pool into a parking spot for my mom’s minivan.’ I asked him, ‘Sir, have you considered that concrete is porous? And that water will just sit on top?’ He said, ‘That’s fine. I’ll just buy a squeegee.’”
So, for the low, low price of $8,400 (plus a $500 “stupidity tax” delivery fee), a fleet of trucks showed up and proceeded to dump a small mountain of concrete into the deep end. The result? A 10-foot-deep slab of stone that is now, predictably, the most useless feature in the neighborhood.
“He came out in cargo shorts and Crocs, holding a bullhorn, yelling ‘Drown-proof! Drown-proof!’ as they poured,” said neighbor Stacy Reynolds, who watched the whole debacle from her deck with a glass of wine. “I thought it was performance art. Then I realized he was just an idiot.”
But wait, it gets dumber. Patterson now claims that the concrete slab is creating a “microclimate” in his backyard that causes “massive pooling” after rain. Because, shocker, concrete doesn’t absorb water. The slab is now a 40-foot-long puddle that attracts every mosquito in a five-mile radius. His dog, a golden retriever named Barkley, now refuses to go outside because the slab is “too hot in the sun and too wet when it rains.”
“Barkley just stares at me from the back door like I’ve failed him,” Patterson admitted. “But I’m the hero here. My kid isn’t drowning in anything except boredom, which is fine.”
Local contractors are having a field day with this. “This is like watching a guy try to waterproof a submarine by filling it with salt,” said Hank Worthington, a pool demolition expert who charges $15,000 to remove a pool. “Now he’s going to have to pay another $25,000 to jackhammer that concrete out. He’s basically turned a $50,000 liability into a $75,000 liability. And now his yard smells like wet gravel. It’s art.”
The HOA is not amused. They’ve already sent Patterson three violation notices for “unapproved hardscaping” and “creating a nuisance reflecting heat into adjacent properties.” His neighbor, a guy named Steve who has a perfectly normal above-ground pool, has already filed a complaint about the “ugly gray slab” that lowers his property value.
“I wanted to build a pickleball court,” Patterson said, desperately trying to salvage his decision. “But now I’m thinking I just need to buy a really big tarp and a dehumidifier.”
Reddit, predictably, has already crowned him the King of the HOA Karens. The r/HomeImprovement subreddit is having a field day with a thread titled “AITA for filling my pool with concrete because my kid can’t swim?” The top comment, with 14,000 upvotes, reads: “YTA. Not for the concrete, but for thinking this makes you a parent of the year. You are the human equivalent of a ‘Beware of Dog’ sign on a house with a Chihuahua.”
Another user, u/ConcreteCrusader, chimed in: “NTA. Your pool, your rules. But also, please update us when you try to fill your toilet with foam because ‘it’s a drowning hazard too.’”
The real kicker? Patterson’s wife, Jennifer, is reportedly staying at her mother’s house and has filed for a restraining order against “any further home improvement projects.” She told a local news affiliate, “I asked him to get a simple pool cover. He told me I was
Final Thoughts
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