Went to the beach this evening to watch the sun set. I didn’t take Malleable, as I couldn’t face another argument at the moment. The sea breeze was in, so sand was whipping along the beach, which was vacant. It’s been in for about two weeks. I don’t know why we call it a sea breeze. It’s more like a sea howling gale that arrives late morning most days of summer, so there’s no one on the beach for about eight hours of daylight each day. I think we must have the worst beach weather in Australia, no matter what the thermometer and rain gauge say.
Anyway, as I was sitting in my car, I noticed this lady having a shower at the outdoor showers. It was hard to tell how old she was. She was almost naked, not a pretty sight, and she had a shopping trolley with her, probably with everything she owns in it. I think I’ve seen her there before. The passing walkers, joggers and cyclists pretty much ignored her. After she finished showering, she dried herself, put on a dress, and pushed her trolley along the beach path to who knows where. Poor thing. I wonder where she sleeps. Not too bad at this time of year, but she must be freezing in the winter. Makes you grateful for what you’ve got. Also, feeling a bit guilty. Why is that? It’s not my fault.
Then, as I was leaving, I nearly collided with some dickhead in a 4WD who needed to drive over the car park guttering rather than via the signed exit. There are only two possibilities: (1) he is too dense to find the exit or (2) he has to drive over the guttering to justify buying a tank in the first place, which of course relates back to (1). Well, guess what — my car could go over a low gutter too if I wanted it to, but I’m smart enough to find the exit. Also, I’m not a dickhead.