Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Life's A Beach

Lots of things to blog about today after spending a day at the beach. Let's see now...

There was the man in line at the snack bar, standing only inches in front of me, adjusting his junk as he waited to place his order. Mixed nuts anyone? The child that was with him must have thought she was at the movies as she was busy picking her seat just prior to placing her hands on the counter where the food orders are taken.

Then there was the young gentleman on the beach whose profanity laced conversation had me a tad unnerved, especially since there was a woman and her elderly mother sitting only a few feet in front of him. He redeemed himself momentarily when the elderly woman, alone on the beach while her daughter was swimming, lost her umbrella after a gust of wind sent it flying.The f-bomber rushed in to help, but unfortunately bopped the senior on her head with said umbrella as he was trying to secure it to her chair. We later found out from her daughter that the woman was 95 years old.

The highlight of may day was probably the smelly stall in the women's room which reeked of urine. As I hovered above the commode on the wet sandy floor, anxiously spinning the toilet role obscured by the amber plastic housing, I realized that the stall was not going to be the only thing smelling like pee. No-more-paper. And next door to me? A child who had been eating orange Doritos by the handful prior to entering the stall. No thank you.

Remember the 95 year old woman I mentioned above? While I was off getting rid of some trash her daughter asked my partner if I didn't like the sun. Not quite sure how I gave her that impression. Could it have been the long sleeve, zip up neck, 55+SPF rash guard, the matching 55+ SPF shorts (fashion counts), the floppy hat, and the UV sunglasses I was wearing while sitting under an umbrella? Sun safety - it starts with you. I consider it a successful day at the beach if I return home whiter than when I left.


1 comment:

Tara Crowley said...

you are one white girl.

your lovely descriptions of the beach adventure are precisely why I am not a beach goer. Oh sure, I go to the beach, but cold windy ones that are not suitable for sun bathing or swimming. Just a good walk.

i think i would have preferred the wet spot.