Showing posts with label shore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shore. Show all posts

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Story 286: Self-Appointed Travel Agent


            (The Family gathered `round for a social media fireside chat)
           Parent 1: Right, since no one else has taken the initiative this year, I’m going to go ahead and plan our entire summer vacation, everyone OK with that?  Speak now, or never complain about anything ever again.
            Parent 2: OK.
            Child 1: OK.
            Child 2: OK.
            Cousin: OK.
            Parent 1: Who invited you?!
            Cousin: You did, last year.
            Parent 1: I what?  Oh yeah, never mind.  Well, if you still want to be the fifth wheel, you have absolutely no input regarding the week we go or the activities we do.
            Cousin: Fine by me – I do nothing anyway, so this’ll be a nice change.
            Child 1: Can we go to Disney World this year?
            Parent 1: We already did Disney World!
            Child 1: Yeah, like 25 years ago!  I wanna go again!
            Parent 1: You’re a grown man, son, no more Disney for you!
            Child 1: I’m stuck in arrested development!  And Disney owns everything and is a nerd haven now; those are my people!
            Child 2: I veto Disney and propose Qatar.
            Parent 1: Where now?!
          Child 2: It’s like Las Vegas, only more refined.  Everyone there is super-rich and I want to absorb their joy.
            Parent 2: I vote for Glastonbury Festival.
            Parent 1: Not this again – last time you hated all the bands and forgot to bring the tent so we had to re-enact Woodstock conditions!
         Parent 2: I realized later what a truly memorable experience it was and I would appreciate it all the more this time.  In a luxury tent.
          Parent 1: Well I veto you all since you literally had an entire year to make up your minds before now.  I declare that this summer, our destination will be: Cape April.
            Parent 2: Oh.
            Child 1: Oh.
            Child 2: Oh.
            Cousin: YESSSSSSS!!!!!
          Parent 1: My decision is final and I will brook no argument – you either remain on complaint silence throughout the entire stay, or book your own vacation that you then will take alone and bored.
            Parent 2: Well, that town is very tranquil.
          Parent 1: It is a city, it is bristling with activities, and the whole thing was made a historic landmark so it is a very exciting place to be!  We will be taking enriching self-guided tours and steeping ourselves in cultured talks and lounging for hours at the dignified beaches and there will be absolutely no whining, DO YOU HEAR ME????
            Child 2: Please stop yelling by text – it hurts my ears and I don’t know why.
          Child 1: If you’re going to be the one booking everything, do we still have to split all the costs?
            Parent 1: You have five seconds to withdraw that abominable question.

ON THE VACATION

            (The Family arrives by car and checks into their multi-room suite)
            Parent 1: All right, now that the interminable check-in process finally is over, I want to review our itinerary for the week.  (Flicks open a five-foot long scroll)
            Parent 2: Wiiiillllll we have time for all this?
          Parent 1: Yes: I have everything scheduled down to the minute, so I require everyone’s full cooperation.  Now, we have precisely 23 said minutes to go over this and then relax before we head over to the city center for the two hours allotted to “Shopping Time.”
            Cousin: (Sprawled across an armchair, rolls head back) Uggggghhhhhh…..
           Parent 1: I had no choice: the activity would have been done no matter what, so at least this way I control the location and duration.
            Child 2: Aw, no fair, I also wanted to shop over on the west side!  And the east side!  And the south side!  And two hours isn’t nearly enough for all of that!
            Parent 1: Too bad, it’s this or nothing!  Now, when we return from that, it’s off to dinner next door for 1.5 to 2 hours depending on the crowds, then miniature golf down the street for another hour, then ice cream that we can eat on the way back, then if all goes well, a few rounds of pinochle in the room here before promptly retiring to bed at 10:30 p.m. sharp.  Tomorrow, we get up at 6:00 a.m. for an hour run before breakfast back in the room here, then off by quaint trolley car to the Historical Society to listen to a rousing session on “The Legacy of Colonial Imperialism: How Nostalgic Décor Masks the Truth of Oppression,” then –
            Parent 2: Wait a minute, when are we going to go to the beach?
           Parent 1: I’m getting to that!  Then, it’s lunchtime at the café on the corner, which should wrap up by 1:30 p.m. at the latest so we have enough time to get changed and head over to the beach, which we then should leave by 5:00 p.m. at the latest so we can get to dinner by 6:30 p.m. at the latest
            Cousin: Whatever – I’m going to be surfing all day every day, so just let me know what times you’re eating and maybe I’ll meet up with you.  I’ll probably just grab something, though.
            Parent 1: Just… grab… something?  Where?  When?  What?
           Cousin: I’ll figure it out; there're tons of places around here and they’re open extra late for all the tourists, which we are.
            Parent 1: But – but – the uncertainty –
           Child 1: Yeah, I think I’ll skip both the talk and the beach tomorrow: I saw there’s a dolphin watching boat nearby and I want to go on that instead.
            Parent 1: Dolphin watching’s on Thursday!
            Child 2: I think I’ll skip tomorrow, too – I really just want to shop in a bunch of stores, then spent the rest of the week here at the beach.
            Parent 1: I quite generously carved out two hours today to get those shenanigans out of your system!  You can shop anywhere and anytime back at home!  
            Child 2: Yeah, but they have cool shore stuff here.
            Parent 1: Stuff?!
           Parent 2: You know, I wanted to hike in The Nature Conservancy preserve that’s down here, and there isn’t one anywhere by us – is that on the itinerary?
           Parent 1: Why would it be?!  Why would you be hiking at a time like this, we are on vacation, WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE RELAXING!!!
         Cousin: (Gently plucks the scroll from Parent 1’s wildly waving hand) How about we all go through this together and decide which items which of us want to do, and arrange to meet up throughout the day?
           Parent 1: (Collapses onto the sleeper sofa) Oh all right, this trip is already chaos, might as well give into the anarchy!
            Parent 2: There now, doesn’t letting go feel relaxing?
            Parent 1: No!  Well maybe a bit.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Story 255: A Vacation Can Never Truly Be Washed Out


            Friend 1: (Answers phone) Hi, what’s up?
           Friend 2: Hey, I’ve been looking at the weather for next week where we’ll be staying, and it’s supposed to rain.  A lot.
           Friend 1: So?  It’s a week away; it’ll change.
         Friend 2: Actually, this’ll be from the storm that’s coming up the coast, so everybody’s pretty certain it’s going to rain where and when they say it will.
            Friend 1: So?
            Friend 2: So… we’re going to a shore town…?
            Friend 1: What’s your point?
           Friend 2: If it’s raining the whole time we’re there, we’ll be washed out of everything!
            Friend 1: It’s just rain; we won’t melt.  Besides, places like that always have rainy day stuff.
            Friend 2: Rainy day, not rainy week!  I don’t know; I think we may need to cancel.
          Friend 1: Listen: I have been looking forward to this trip for almost a year, work is literally Hell right now, and I put off buying a new car even as mine is dying a painful death to save up for this, so we are not cancelling.
            Friend 2: Well, we got trip insurance in case something like this happened, and we can always reschedule it –
            Friend 1: WE ARE NOT CANCELLING.

THE NEXT WEEK

             (On arrival at the shore town)
            Friend 2: So, the reports say this rain will continue non-stop all week.  As in non-stop.  All week.
            Friend 1: (Tilts head up at the rainy sky) Ah, so refreshing after the 100° weather this past month.  I’m going to the beach.
            (Sets up umbrella, chair, and cooler on the lake-ridden sand, then heads out towards the seven-foot-high waves)
            Friend 2: (Wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, yells from the shore to be heard over the wind) There’re no lifeguards here to save you!  And red flags are everywhere!  At least the ones that haven’t been ripped away by the gale-force winds!
            Friend 1: (Runs over a red flag) I know what I’m getting myself into!  (Dives into the waves, then turns around to face Friend 2, struggling to stay above water) Whee!  Nice and warm!  (Is nearly slammed into the rocks by a rip tide)
            (At a restaurant)
            Server: Hello!  Table for two?
            Friend 2: Please.
            Friend 1: Yes, could we actually have one of those outdoor tables?
            Server: Oh, we didn’t open that area tonight, due to the weather.
            Friend 1: That’s OK – we’ll be under the umbrella.
            Friend 2: [Sighs]
            (After they are seated)
            Friend 1: (Holds tightly onto the menu, as the restaurant’s deck is now a wind tunnel) I always have to eat outside in the summer: that’s the whole point of eating out in the summer, right?
            Friend 2: (Hugging self against the chill) Mm-hm.  (To Server, who is wearing a rain poncho) Could I have a bourbon and a hot toddy, please?
            Friend 1: Ooh, and can I have the kiddie lemonade that comes with the souvenir cup?
            Server: Whatever you like.  (Leaves to fill orders)
         Friend 1: (Grinning) I love novelty drinks, don’t you? (A sudden rush of water from the umbrella splashes onto Friend 1’s head; the grin remains)
            Friend 2: Mm-hm.
            (At Hole 15 on a miniature golf course)
            Friend 2: (Holding an umbrella and shivering) You know, there are a bunch of indoor courses on the boardwalk.
            Friend 1: Where’s the fun in that?  (Putts to the hole; the ball floats in the water that has filled it) That still counts!
            (At a park)
            Friend 1: (Splashes through puddles to bring over a tandem bicycle) Look what I found!  And it was super-cheap to rent: the guy gave me a discount because I was his only customer!
            Friend 2: Imagine that – listen, I’m going to the movie theater, and then I’m going to get some pizza, and then I’m going to bed.
            Friend 1: But you could do all that boring stuff at home!  Here you can tandem bike!  (Rings the bell)
            Friend 2: Not in an unending shower, I won’t.  (Leaves)
            Friend 1: You don’t know what you’re missing!  (Mounts the bike and slowly pedals, every so often splashed by the passing cars on the street) Yessir, this is the life!