What Goes On When I’m not Around

Russ is my plus one, arm candy at my work this week. It is a rough job for him. While I am teaching he is usually working on our terrace with palm trees in the back ground. He thinks that since it is so calm here people think his back ground is one of those computer generated back grounds, not the real tropical location.

He related a great story to me that happened while I was in class. As he sat on the sofa outside, quietly working, a new couple who moved into the room next to us today came out of their terrace. They didn’t notice Russ, tucked discreetly in the corner.

Russ said they were a few years older than us, dressed in their bathing suits. The husband said to the wife, “Where is the cut through to the beach?” (One happens to be right across the grass from our room.)

The wife replies, “Up there at the bar, where I can get my daiquiri.” (The bar is a good 100 yards from the closest cut through)

The husband says, “you don’t need an expensive daiquiri.”

She says, “stop being so cheep.”

“Why are you publicly shaming me? You know I’ve always been cheep.”

Russ got a big laugh about this, especially since everyone here can afford a drink.