Dog-walkers, playground users and the rest of us were out in force at Compo this afternoon. The weather was warm, so lemming-like we headed down to the sea.
In a lifetime of beach-going, I thought I’d seen everything there (including Joe Lieberman in a bathing suit — not a pretty sight). But, proving there is always something new under the sun, today featured a loooong row of cars, parked merrily smack in the grassy median separating waterfront spots from the larger lots at South Beach.
This was one for the books. Like bears waking from hibernation, folks were too slothful to park 10 yards away and walk wherever they were going.
I asked one woman, lumbering out of her car, why she pulled in there.
“Everyone else did, so I thought I would too,” she burbled.
Of course! And I am sure when your teenager says that same line to you, by way of explaining why he or she did something never before conceived of, you will say, “Now I understand — no problem!”
People: Water is for swimming. Grass is for walking. Asphalt is for parking.
What’s next — driving on the sand? No, no, wait — I’m kidding! STOP!