The Beach: Musings Pt. 2

Today the beach was crowded. Wall to wall, people on top of one another crowded. Arriving at around noon, we managed to find a small square of unoccupied sand, where we plunked down and set up for a day of swimming and suntanning. Directly to our left, was a small grove of beach umbrellas and several blankets, toys and children strewn about. It seemed that there were three couples, all with small children, spending the day at the beach.

"We should go to Mexico together," a tanned, blond lady with a french accent loudly proclaimed. "That would be great! We all get along so well. We should all go to Mexico. I mean, we all get along... so ...well..." Loudly, for the whole beach to hear, she laid out her reasons (well, reason) that all three couples should go to Mexico together, because they "all got along, so well," over and over.

The other two wives humoured the loud blonde lady with patronizing smiles, all the while edging further and further away from her.

After a while, the husbands all took to the water to toss around the ole pigskin, leaving the three wives on the beach. "I mean, we all get along so well! We really should go to Mexico. It would be fun. As long as our husbands don't play golf every day. I mean, that just wouldn't be fair. That would be such a fun trip. We should do it." The blonde lady prattled on and on, while the other two wives pretended to be absorbed in the many grains of sand on the beach, or with their kids' life preservers.

Did they get along so well? I found myself wondering as the day wore on. The blonde lady was the only one that I actually heard talk over the expanse of about 4 hours. The other two wives only replied in monosylables to direct questions, and the husband's only utterance was "I guess we should pack up and leave."

Ahh... got to love people who fool themselves.