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Him: Aren’t you going to go in the water? Me: No. Him: It’s refreshing. Me: It’s cold. Besides, I have a theory about the water. All these people lay around on the beach all day, but you never see anyone leave to use the bathroom. I think they take a quick dip in the water whenever they have to . . . → Read More: Think of It As Tradition Voice over intercom: Attention travelers, a piece of jewelry was left at the security checkpoint. A piece of jewelry for the belly button was left at the security checkpoint. If your belly button is bare, you need to return to the security checkpoint to pick up . . . → Read More: Overheard at the Airport The Captain senses I am bored. Maybe he’s being intuitive because I haven’t asked what we’re going to DO this afternoon for about twenty-five minutes now. He takes me mini golfing. I am deluded in believing that putting is supremely easy. I expect to kick his ass. I am embarrassingly bad. People are stacked up on either side of . . . → Read More: Travelogue – 5 July 2008 (part IV) Whenever the Captain isn’t looking, I sneak a square from the fudge we bought yesterday. The sign in the window claimed “Best Homemade Fudge” and I’m pretty sure they’re not kidding. He emerges from the hall and walks my way. I know that he plans to give me a kiss and in doing so will discover my . . . → Read More: Travelogue – 5 July 2008 (part III) The Captain offers me lunch. He has forgotten the bread for our sandwiches. He has, however, remembered his Sam Adams, a bottle opener, and a plastic cup. As I eat my individually wrapped cheese slices, I curse men for their poor sense . . . → Read More: Travelogue – 5 July 2008 (part II) |
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