Strangers on the Beach

We are taking "cutesie" photos at sunset.

AND people start bothering us. Boys in particular. They pull the whole, "can we take your photo, so what are your names, where are you from, what are your names again, how long are you staying, what is your social security number?" and whatnots.

"Are you all seventeen?" they ask.
Sketchy.
"We are young-looking thirty-year old's and we have mace, but yes, we would love for you to take our photo."

"Oh, you own the beach chair rental company, and you are offering us free beach chairs for tomorrow!"

"Well, that does absolutely nothing for us because we are poor college students and can only be enticed by food, maybe, but we are glad your name is James, and we are glad to know that that is your roof over that sand dune over there, and we are glad that you run daily on this beach, have a nice life."

So there you have it. If you have a nice 'ole bucket of KFC in hand or a spear ready for spear fishing, then we might be interested in taking the bucket and spear from you, otherwise, please don't bother us.

Hashtag, no one is ever that randomly friendly you machismomatic beach-goers.
Just leave us alone.

The icing on the cake: As we were driving away to go back to school, James dashed in front of our car a ways down the road, and we yelled a nice "adios James" as we passed by.

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