Looks like a beautiful day for the beach eh? That's what I thought too. In fact, I started preparing for my beautiful Saturday off as early as Friday evening when I unwrapped the roadster and got it all cleaned up.
You can imagine my displeasure sitting in the beach parking lot where the view out my passenger side was the one above, and the view out of my drivers side was this:
In that Florida style, the rolling thunderheads were nowhere to be seen on my entire drive to the beach. As soon as I parked, however, they blocked out the sun and brought that cold wind that often heralds the impending storm.
After some consideration I decided there would be other days for the beach and I gave up on my grand plan. I instead spent the day cleaning. The good news is that I have clothes to wear to work now! The bad news is I didn't get the golden tan I was hoping for. When I travel to other places how will people know I live in South Florida?!
I guess it only takes a brief conversation to figure out somebody is an insane Floridian. And sometimes, it doesn't even take conversation, as this man learned recently. Since I'm not tan I'll have to use that as my topic of conversation with strangers I may meet in the coming days.
It's either that or talk about the weather.
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