A-J's Dockside Restaurant's stump's green sign read, "The last car that
parked here is still missing." LOL
My men, the comedians, were lounging around, it was Sunday after all. I wondered how they'd take it if I asked for a scripture they'd memorized, but you know my gang, anytime is an opportunity for levity. Remember I'd just passed out breakfast of sausages, bananas, granola bars, and hot tea. John muttered, "Granola. It's like chewing on hay bales." Then they complied, they shared Bible verses,
They went off to Tybean Art & Coffee Bar afterwards to bring back the golf cart. Their golf cart was a royal blue, fit for a queen, I joined them and we were off!
My men, John & Spencer, didn't care that it would be a 30 minute wait, "We're here, aren't we?" Settling into the lawn chairs, under the blue awning, we people watched.
Later, entering the shack-like building from the land-side, we wound through a full dining room, into a wooden slatted porch full of wood tables, on to the dock built over the water that was full of people - there we sat. Looking around we saw an ally to our right full of long and short tables completely full, too. Over the years we could never get in because it was so popular. It was worth it, the fried flounder was delicious.
To John, "Would you like a seaweed salad?" And I laughed; It was on the menu.
John said, "I don't eat anything that can wrap around my propellor!"
He dropped his jaw and they gave me dirty looks when I said I wanted the jumbo hot dog and fries, "At a sea food shop???"
Spencer cleared his ear with his finger, "Must be my jet lag."
John clarified, "No, it's not, it's the mountain sickness!"
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sort of.
Spencer, "Be ye warm and filled."
John, "Eat what's set before you."
Spencer, "Be content in the state you're in."
Breakfast is over, breakfast clean-up is done, I'm reclining on the pull-out couch, when Spencer recited his favorite joke.
"It's in Revelations, "And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour." That's proof."
"Proof of what," I asked.
He said, "Proof there's no women in heaven." ROFL, oh really?
Then John very seriously stood over me and waved his hand over my body, his fingers pretending to sprinkle water, "Bless ye my daughter for thee hath sinned." GRRRR
Spencer wanted a pair of sunglasses, I needed a can of air freshener, if you know what I mean -- close quarters, two men, disgusting smells and sounds all around.
John's mantra, cause he thinks it's funny, is "On to Wal-Mart!"
I countered, "How about Dollar General?"
In unison, in stereo, as if practiced, they cried, "DOLLAR GENERAL??????"
Seriously! Do we always have to go to Wal-mart? What's with men and Wal-Mart? Let's get to the bottom of this. As we crossed in front of the fire department there were 4 men sitting at their picnic table enjoying lunch. I cried, "STOP!" I was sure they could and would support me, "a member of the fairer sex", you know. We pulled over.
"Is there a Wal-Mart around here?" I'm hoping not. "We need a light blanket or a large beach towel."
"No, not unless you want to go to Wilmington Island", the sitting fireman said.
"What about a thrift store?"
"No-o-o, I don't think so", said the fireman with one foot on the picnic table's bench while standing.
Trying to nudge this fire brigade into a different train of thought, "What about a Meijer's or a souvenir shop?"
"No-o-o, your best bet is Wal-Mart. 15 minutes west," said the third fireman shaking his head and pointing west. John and Spencer are loving this, laughing outloud.
"Anywhere else?"
"Not unless you go all the way through Savannah to Bed, Bath, & Beyond, but nah, if I was you I'd just go to Wal-Mart," the 4th fireman's final decree, ugh.
John and Spencer couldn't stand it, they were belly laughing now.
Turning back to them I threw my hands up, "Uncle. I give. To Wal-Mart!" And we were off!
MEN!
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