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It's quite a funny story I must admit. One of those in which you wish you had your video camera recording all the while. Sadly, the video camera was not part of the show. But I'll tell you the story. So just sit back and listen.
After a long evening of work I returned home, where to my surprise, my husband told me to change my clothes because we were going somewhere. A little shocked at the fact we were leaving the house at what was now 11 PM, I changed into shorts and a t-shirt with sandals to match.
On the car ride I thought of where we could be going. I predicted the beach for a nice night time stroll with the hubby since we were only a few lights and bridge away. When he pulled in the parking lot we were indeed in the midst of salty air; with the sand and shoreline in clear eyesight.
He grabbed my hand and we made our way onto and over the wood walkway to the gritty sand. Hand in hand we moved our feet forward down the beach. We talked about details that seemed normal for a married couple to discuss...our "future" if you will. Where we wanted to move, possible career paths to follow, you know, the norm.
Before I begin the funny details, I'll say my eyesight isn't so good in the dark. I suppose I should also mention that my husband and I are quite silly together, which is probably why laughter and ridiculousness are always hand in hand with us.
This is where it begins...the funny happening. We had reached an area where the sand would randomly sink down and the water went from an inch to three feet. The movement of sand had created little pools of water. We walked in between the pools and the surf. As we continued walking we started to be trapped by the deep pools of water on our left and the ocean water on our right. The deep pools of water were pushing us deeper into the surf.
We finally reached a point at which the pools of water curved in to meet the incoming surf. There was nowhere to go. Either we had to walk through the deep pool or turn back around. I decided to turn back around. As I did, my husband turned to come with me. Then I had the idea to be playful and run...so he would follow and chase me. Remember now, BAD EYESIGHT AT NIGHT.
I started running, and I mean I was booking it. He started after me. I chuckled at his attempt to try and catch me. My feet had never moved so fast; they were like the feet of Fred Flintstone when he moved his car. Now, it was not just playful, but I had to beat him around the pools of water to safe sand just for the idea of victory. As I ran, I looked for higher sand. The pools could be seen because they showed as dark spots do to the depth of water. So I was looking for light colored ground. Yes, light colored ground meant safety.
I was on my last stretch when it happened. At full speed, I thought I had passed the last pool of water...I hadn't. I turned a right to get to the higher ground; like a duck in hunting season, I went down. I hadn't gone far enough around the pool of water. I took a step with my left foot and I found myself falling unbalanced three feet down into the water. My legs folded and I fell 70 percent submerged. My body jerked forward during the fall which made even my face hit the water for a split second.
As I sat in the pool of water sand was caked into my shorts, as it also covered the side of my body. My husband, watching the scene from behind, stopped and laughed hysterically. I sat there for a second in my shame. Then I rose. I had to laugh too though; it was too funny an experience to not give it a chuckle.
We started our way back to the car. The sand in my shorts was so much that I had to walk as if I had a saddle between my legs. So what happened next is understandable. I took my shorts off and I walked down the beach in my t-shirt and underwear with my head held high.
