The car pulled up, the two idiots hauled their bags across four lanes of South Roosevelt and loaded the car in the street.P That they could have met in the lot at East Martello fifty yards away never occurred to their sense of entitlement.
Hell, they could have walked across the road and loaded the car safely at the DMV. We had a Bridle Path to walk so we left them to it.
Scootering to fish seems like a good idea on a hot muggy pre-cold front morning.
I often wonder why women are agreeable to wasting their time getting bored while their men engage in a hobby.
I wasn't sure if they were sitting because he needed to or because she wanted to do.
When we were sailing the Colombian waters of Isla San Andrés we met lots of old white Americans on boats with young beautiful local women with absolutely enormous breasts that stuck out like planks. All of them. We had no idea of it was genes or surgery that so endowed them until Barb came back from a marina shower and explained the puzzle to the rest of us:
"Water bras," she said succinctly. It turns out they use actual bras designed to hold water and by extension mammary glands in perpetual suspension. Weird but true.
We were told that in Colombia where the currency is the peso (1900 to one dollar in those halcyon days of booming credit) the attraction between old wrinkled men and young women in water bras as known as peso-nality.
I got Cheyenne's undying love for fifty bucks at the SPCA.
What a deal.
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