I can’t decide where my vacation is taking me. Things seemed to be going fine following a 540 mile drive on Saturday… until my dad backed into a car in a parking lot. I was enjoying my Sunday at Jamestown and Yorktown… until we saw flashing lights in the rear view mirror for going the wrong way on a one way, deserted scenic drive that was lacking escape routes. Last night my mother, after two glasses of wine, decided to give me (and certainly others trying to enjoy their nice meal) indigestion after announcing to the restaurant that ‘we’ were a Fox News family. Instead of inciting a riot, I decided to excuse myself from the table. And this morning, as I wait for the sun to rise over the Atlantic, I am witness to an professional public urinater. What makes him a pro, you ask? Instead of taking a more obvious path of relieving himself in the ocean, he targeted a lifeguard tower, took aim underneath, then accessed the lifeguard shovel to cover it up. I’m tempted to call it a considerable move, but I doubt it is something that happens in heaven.
Heaven or Hell August 11, 2010