A group of friends and I were beaching on a hot & arid day. The waves were abnormally large, and the shore always seemed to stay dry no mater how many times the waves washed over it.
One of the girls liked to water ski. She swam out, leaving me the length of the rope. When she was far enough, I pulled hard on the rope, and dragged it with enough strength to propel her up onto the top of the water, and skimming toward the shore. I myself boogie boarded back.
I went upstairs into the beach lodge to dry off. The waves were picking up in size and speed. I found two men watching the waves from behind semi-broken windows on the second floor. I asked them if the water had broke that glass, and they said yes. Just then a three story wave, made of oversized Dorito chip, slammed into the side of the building shattering even more glass. I left quickly.
I went looking for the facilities, and found an enormous bathroom in the basement of a mill building. I laid claim to the room, but before I needed my privacy two lost individuals were looking for more facilities, and said that they did not know how to use a bathroom. I challenged this, it seemed absurd. They remained truly ignorant. I sent them off to find the next bathroom, and described in broad terms the process. They thanked me and left.
Before I settled in, I was interrupted by a historical tour. Two of the tourists were former high school friends of mine. One had gone on to be a book publisher, the other an author whose first book was “It’s a how you use a computer, dummy”
