When we lived there, my wife and I used to walk the beach a lot. One
summer we noticed a girl who was at the beach pretty much every day. She
wasn't unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one thing;
she would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance around
furtively, then speak to them.
Generally the people would respond
negatively and she would wander off, but occasionally someone would nod
and there would be a quick exchange of money for something she carried in
her bag. My wife and I assumed she was selling drugs and debated calling
the cops, but we didn't know for sure so we just continued to watch her.
After a couple of weeks my wife said,
"Honey, have you ever noticed that she
only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?"
No I didn't, and I said so.
Then she said,
"Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and
our big radio and go lay out on the beach. Then we can find out what she's
really doing."
Well, the plan went off without a hitch and
my wife was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the
girl talk to me and then leave.
I walked up the beach and met her at the
road. "
Well,? Is she selling drugs?" she
asked, excitement pouring out with her voice.
"No, she's not." I said, enjoying
this probably more than I should have.
"Well,? What is it, then? What does she
do?" my wife fairly shrieked.
I smirked and said, "She sells 'C'
cells by the sea shore."
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