Only three days ago, I posted about our morning walks to the ocean. Coffees in tow, scores of wildlife and a comfortable lack of crowds.
What a difference a couple of days can make.
This morning when we headed off, it was cold but dry…with a couple of pesky dark clouds on the horizon. Still, we continued. We treated ourselves to coffee and freshly baked muffins. Grey skies couldn’t ruin our morning.
As soon as we hit the beach, the rain began at an increasingly steady pace. We took shelter at the covered end of the boardwalk, sitting on a small but ample ledge. There was plenty of room to keep a safe distance from anyone else passing by. Or so we thought.
Soon the crowds began. Okay, perhaps six other people…but still! With our large (and incredibly timid) foster dog as the main attraction, I became concerned about our sudden lack of personal space. I answered questions politely and squirmed tighter into the ledge. Anyone could see that I was uncomfortable. Again, so I thought.
Eventually, the mini-crowd dispersed, and we were back on our own. Had we left right then, it still would have been a good day at the beach. Past tense.
Suddenly, one of the women who had been part of the group of six returned solo. She looked friendly and kind. She made quick conversation and asked if she could pet our dog. As politely as I could, I replied that we were asking others not to do so. Not wanting to always throw Richard under the bus, I gently added that we were being cautious as we are both immune-compromised.
Instant fury!! You swore that I had denied her a fundamental human right, or hurled insults about her mother.
Verbally pouncing, she shrieked, “Oh, so you believe all the government hype?!” Her eyes were like daggers.
Definitely being a “flight, no fight” kinda gal, I shrunk further into the ledge, waiting for this to be a joke…or to simply pass.
But Richard — absolutely no flight in this man, confidently and assertively stated, “Government hype? I don’t think so.”
That unleashed more verbal outpouring on her part, most of which my stunned brain simply could not keep up with. She ended in a huff, saying, “Don’t believe me? Google it!”
Now there’s a reliable source.
She then dramatically stomped off.
So my soul-soothing morning at the beach? Totally ruined.
But Richard quite enjoyed it, continually coming up with interesting arguments all of the way home.
As for our dog, her wagging tail suggested that this was just another perfect morning out…only wetter!