If the Canadian rock band Loverboy is to believed, everybody is working for the weekend. Everybody, except those people who work on the weekend, of course. Since Christina and I fall into the first category, we decided to have a little fun on Sunday. We drove up the 101 to Ventura County to visit our friend Tara and see some dolphins.
At the marina, while waiting to board the boat, Christina struck up a conversation with a woman who owned a local real estate agency.
“If you’re going out on the water, make sure you put on lots of sunscreen,” the real estate agent said.
“We’ve got plenty,” Christina replied.
“And a hat,” she said. “You’ve gotta have a hat.”
I was wearing my Dodgers cap, so I was set. But Christina had left her hat at home. By coincidence, or maybe by design, the real estate agent’s office was right next to a shop that sold hats.
“I’ll be right back,” Christina said.
Christina went into the shop to pick out a hat.
“Wait ‘till she finds out what the hats cost in that store.”
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