Let's Be Real, Beaches Be Crazy
I was sitting on the sand yesterday watching a seagull try to swallow a whole slice of pepperoni pizza, and all I could think was that beaches be crazy. It wasn't just the bird—it was the guy next to me trying to set up a massive pop-up tent in thirty-mile-per-hour winds, the kid crying because a crab "looked at him weird," and the sheer amount of sand currently migrating into my iced coffee. ...