Aug 27, 2015
A couple of slightly plastic surgeoned mothers sat next to me one day. They constantly jumped up and chased after their sons. "Don't swim too far out. Don't drift too far down the beach." You get the idea. The sons were fine swimmers and were mostly mortified by their moms behavior. Their crazy activity kept them occupied and unaware of what I was doing. Their husbands were nowhere to be found. Probably working on Wall street and happy to get rid of everyone for a week.