A T-SHIRT FOR THAT
I had heard about this place on Clearwater Beach that offered a great brunch. To me Sunday is Sunday. How was I supposed to know that it was the start of Spring Break 2013!
I ate way too much free lox and wasted way too many high calorie desserts that were just picked at and tasted. Out I went to see what a Spring Break was like… never having actually gone to one of the more popular destinations.
My first sight was of a little girl crying. “Note-to-self” Spring Break means things happen that make little girls cry.
Dad’s and babies were also out there showing and pressing flesh in worship to the son.
And mothers and daughters gawking at the bathing bikini beauties.
Then, suddenly, a naked baby popped out. Is there anything more natural than a naked baby posing on the beach?
And where there are children, the toys are not far behind.
If one is lucky, they will not fall victim to Pier Pressure while on Spring Break.
Over the years I’ve met different women who had given slang names to their private parts. If it was a made up name then the reference remained exclusive but if it was a re-purposed name like “Scooter”… well, then every time I saw one of those I thought about … well you know.
And no Spring Break would be complete without the roar of biker gangs. Tons and tons of bikers poured into this parking garage where I stood. And they liked getting photographed.
In contrast to these mobile menaces were those less mobile watching from the sidelines.
And just as I thought the thought…”this is just like Sons of Anarchy”… I saw a T Shirt for that.