Random Thoughts During Quarantine

Part 3 - Social Distancing Doesn't Exist at the Beach

DISCLAIMER: This is just a random rant, not random questions.

Okay, so I went to the beach yesterday with my mom, brother, a family friend, and their parents (coronavirus who?) and there are a bunch of rocks that go around the side of the cliffy high-up parking lot place. There was a tiny beach a few minutes away from the huge beach we'd set up our tent on.

So there was really only one logical option.

Walk on the rocks until we got to the beach.

There was also a paddleboard but the friend claimed we were too "weak" (logically, anyone could steer a paddleboard (though the speed depends on the condition of the water and the wind and how many people are on the boat) but a little brute force is always helpful) so we saved paddleboarding for later.

I had water shoes (I thought we agreed not to lie to each other, so I'll admit they're actually more like sandals) so I wore them.

Big mistake.

I was swimming for a few minutes before I had to get out, and I noticed there was something VERY WRONG with my water shoes — ahem — water sandals.

AAAAAAHHHHHH PEBBLES SAND ROCKS AHHHHHHHHHH SEAWEED EW GROSS BLECH

THERE WERE ALL SORTS OF STUFF IN MY SHOES AAAAAHHHHHH HALPPPPPP

I took them off and began my adventure.

Which brings us to another problem...

AH GOSH DARN IT POINTY ROCKS NOENOENOE BAD ROCKS NOOOOO NOENOENOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I put the sandals back on, tried to clean them, and resumed the exploration.

Aaaaaaaand now we've got Problem #3, which is:

how do you work these magical foot coverings that are supposed to keep your feet from getting eaten by chompy eat-human fish or swallowed by muck made of the sea's weeds? the feet protections don't fit and that strap isn't supposed to be there and i need help and i'm not a wizard, only the dor that dumbles (translation: Dumbledore) can solve this problem. now my feet are cold.

I took the shoes off.

Same as before.

I actually repeated taking off my shoes, putting them back on, and adjusting the straps for about fifteen minutes, and then I finally gave up and let my feet get strangled, poked by needle-y rocks, and covered by a mixture of pebbles, shells, seaweed, and sand.

So there you have it! Water shoes (SANDALS) are stupid.

You're welcome —