high centered
There we were sitting on the beach admiring all the bikini’d fat chicks described in yesterday’s blog when we noticed a woman coming out of the water. This beauty was fairly young, probably in her mid 30’s and a heifer (thankfully in a one piece suit). The surf in this particular area was very rocky some of which were pretty slick and our hero was struggling. Trying to overcome the rocky obstacle course she managed to progress 15 feet or so in about 10 minutes.
Twenty feet from the beach, with her destination in sight, it happen. She slipped. No, she fell. And I mean a slow motion, strait back, feet out from under her and legs flailing in the air fall. With the determination of a bug struggling to get off it’s back she managed to turn herself over onto all fours. Inevitably, a small wave came in and, you guessed it, rolled her back over like a hot dog on a grill. Each time she managed to right herself another wave came in until ultimately she was beyond recovery, completely high centered. Finally a couple of the decent good Samaritans on the beach went over to help her out of the water.
During all this, being the decent and caring people we are, what did we do? Yep, sat there and laughed so hard we almost passed out from lack of oxygen. We couldn’t have helped her if we wanted to. Upon reflection of the events I defiantly learned a valuable lesson that day; when getting out of the ocean pick a rock free spot. That and the fact that I’m this close to securing front row seating when I go straight to hell.