Paris Hilton in Diapers

Finally, I witnessed a violation of the clearly posted pool rules—one far more disturbing than running on the pool deck or taking two bounces on the diving board: a bikini-clad blonde stood in waist-deep water holding a baby in diapers.

During the summer of 1982, I worked as a lifeguard at the Rye Town Hilton in New York's Westchester County. Hotel guests were mostly a mix of business travelers, relocating families, and elderly Manhattan escapees. I spent my days lugging and positioning lounge chairs for old men with bad backs, and waiting for a chance to blow my whistle. Finally, I witnessed a violation of the clearly posted pool rules—one far more disturbing than running on the pool deck or taking two bounces on the diving board: a bikini-clad blonde stood in waist-deep water holding a baby in diapers.

Immediately, I blew my whistle and barked, “No diapers in the pool!” Unfazed, she turned and said, “I’m Kathy Hilton. Does that make a difference?” Unfortunately, it did. In her arms was little Paris.

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