Last week, my family spent a few days at the beach. Unfortunately, not the beach pictured above. That's Destin, Florida. We were in Galveston, Texas. If you've ever been to these two places, you know there is a distinct difference. But it was still the beach. We still played in the waves, got sand in unmentionable areas, and have burns from where the sunscreen wore off in patterns that make it look like we joined some kind of secret society.
All that togetherness got me thinking about a Beach Vacation Plot Swap.
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Let's start with something fun.
This is actually quite fascinating to watch. I started thinking about the person who developed it and why? It's clearly wireless, so can it be hacked? What if someone used it to print terrible rumors about someone else or a threat? What if someone used it for a marriage proposal but their romantic rival showed up with a rake and effectively erased it before it could be seen?
What if some drunk seagulls started attacking it and, um, sullied the message?
It is well-established that I do not like birds. In my opinion, Seagulls are particularly evil because they travel in these huge flocks with no healthy fear of humans. In fact, they WANT to interact with the humans. I had a terrible seagull experience that involved a Big Mac and ended with me in the floorboard of a car, screaming, "ROLL UP THE WINDOWS! They're going to get inside!" Quite traumatic.
So I don't have much sympathy that these things are getting sloshed and stumbling around the beach. What's interesting in the article is there is some confusion if they are actually drinking out of the leftover containers or if they're ingesting some kind of grain. That could make an intriguing plot. Maybe the local brewery is trying something different and someone dies from it. The detective is stumped until the seagulls start getting drunk. For the record, they said that most of them recovered after some rest and hydration, only a few didn't make it.
The most plot inspiring part of this article is at the bottom where it talks about firemen being called to help a seagull that was "acting erratically." It fell off a roof and was sitting on the ground shaking its head. When a fireman approached, it tried to fly. The fireman caught it and it puked all over him, "reeking of beer."
I want a story about that fireman...and maybe the sweet vet he took the poor seagull to for medical care.
On the surface, this doesn't seem too exciting. This town used to allow beach weddings without a permit as long as the wedding party didn't kick anyone else out of the spot where they wanted to get married and didn't put decorations. Now, due to congestion issues, they've banned all weddings, parties, general gatherings, etc. What this got me thinking about is that one obsessed bride who HAS to get married there because that's where they first met, kissed, whatever. That could be a fun caper-type story of trying to clandestinely set up a speed wedding.
There was actually a wedding on the beach where we were visiting. My daughter and I had just left, but we saw the groom in the parking lot. Then my sister-in-law said that she practically had to go into the middle of the wedding party because out of an entire, virtually-empty beach, they had set up right by where our family had left our stuff.
What would you do?
The last inspiration today comes from personal experience. Twice on this trip, my daughter or I were asked by a man to check for a girl in the women's restroom. My daughter was asked at Buc-ee's (for those of you familiar with Texas) and I was asked another gas station further down the road. Both times, it was fine. The girls acknowledged that was their dad with no hint of apprehension.
But what if they hadn't? When a man asked my daughter if she could check the super busy bathroom, she just walked in and loudly asked, "Savannah? Are you in here?" What if instead of answering, "Yes, I'll be right out!" The girl had been hiding? What if she answered with "That's not my name, that's just what he told me to tell people."
What could you make of these? Got any beach stories to share?