BTW, this is my 501st post. Should have celebrated on the last one.
See? We had fun. My kids love it. I love it. We will never get tired of it.
You get the point. It was fun.
We have learned, the hard way, that you don't take snacks to the beach. The
Then. People of Walmart showed up. Mullets. MAJOR mullets. A cooler the size of a small car. Everyone smoking two cigarettes at a time. Tattoos. Ugly ones. Green and yellow ones. Jorts. Sleeves were hard to come by too. They set up camp and immediately pulled out giant bags of chips and sandwiches. They didn't seem to mind the giant rats circling their heads waiting for the right moment to strike. Then they start feeding them. This is why the birds are aggressive. Because assholes feed them. So now there's like 30 seagulls pooping and cawing all over the damn place.
I'm taking some pictures of my kids. And I hear, 'y'all! I got one!' Yep. He did. Balding dude #1 in the grey tux grabbed a seagull out of the air and was holding it on his lap. Feeding it chips and petting it.
And so. I did what any other person would have done. Took a picture.
No. Make that two pictures. To the left of mullet man/woman (?) in the grey tux sans sleeves is the gull whisperer.
And he was surprised when he finally freed Willy the gull why it shit on him.
PS. If you click on the picture you can see the another member of the POW crew. It's worth it.