Beach Etiquette, Jackasses, and Karma

I didn’t think I’d have to explain it. I really didn’t … but apparently there are still jackasses that roam the beaches of my city.

Selfish jackasses.

 

Do you see them out there … because there was a big one. A big one today.

 

And apparently logical explanations are something that they don’t understand … well at least she didn’t.

 

This is her … this is the jackass that almost ruined my day. The one that gave me that road-rage-I-want-to-choke-this-person-kind-of-feeling and I wasn’t even driving.

 

Every Memorial Day weekend masses of people hit my local beach spot. Masses and I’ve gotten used to the extra people hijacking my personal space because they are too lazy to walk 10 more feet and get their own personal space. But no matter how smooshed together we get, people always leave you a view. It may not be as large as it use to be, but it’s still an unobstructed view.  And it’s yours.

This is the etiquette. This is common sense if you’re not a jackass.

So when this jackass and her family decided to show up two hours after I arrived and plant this monstrosity right in front of me …. like … right in front of me …

 

Can you believe this? Like three feet in front of me when there was space on the left and right of me a couple of yards away.

 

I turned into this …

 

Heisenberg came out.

 

I explained their inconsiderate behavior to them. I explained that even though it was massively crowded, that it was a controlled chaos. Everyone was staggered. Everyone. I explained that if they had a regular beach umbrella there really wouldn’t be an issue, but seeing how they brought a tent with them, that seemed to change things a bit. But apparently they said I didn’t have any claim to the beach and they could do whatever they wanted. I said I wasn’t claiming the beach, just the spot in front of me and that lazy people like them should have woken up earlier if they wanted a nice spot. I explained to her that everyone woke up today and decided not to be a jerk, everyone except her with her big blue umbrella. She didn’t seem to agree with me. She didn’t seem to think she was being an ass.

I wondered where the hell  karma was … she never seems to be around when you need her.

And then after a while … she showed up.

When we got a chance to experience the beach festival on the north side and she didn’t … I thought … Oh duuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Nice.

 

 

Nothing like bubbles to get you going …

 

After all that bubble magic, my son decided to enter the hula-hoop contest and master the five-year old division.

 

We headed off to the boardwalk to practice and ran into an awesome lady.

 

On our way there we noticed the artwork in the sky and decided that we needed to create our own  aerial artwork.

 

So my daughter decided to let her inner Monet out.

 

As we took them out for a test drive I was worried they wouldn’t fly right away. However, my son and daughter were firm believers and successful flyers. That definitely made my day.

 

We ended the afternoon with a tug of war … something that’s been on my son’s Sandbox Bucket List. 🙂