Overall, overalls are not okay at the ocean.

Seems like it's about time for another beach post.  After all we call ourselves Beach Access 31.

Usually on Friday or Saturday at the beach a crew of people arrive that are obviously on their first day of their vacation.  There's a whole rubric involved to determine how much beach experience they have and when they arrived and how sun-burnt they'll be on day 2.  We can send you the manual if you'd like.  I think there's a future blog post about it.

Summer 2013 threw a wrench in our precise and very exact method of day 2 sunburn prediction.

While comfortably sitting in our usual spot in our usual beach chairs counting children's heads and patrolling Beach Access 31 for bathing suit catastrophes, lost children, novice surfers, the Pales and the dreaded seagull feeders, a mature man in dress pants walked onto the beach.  (And just to be clear by "mature" we mean older than either of our husbands.)  The kind of guy who wouldn't actually call them dress pants, but probably trousers or slacks or breeches or chinos or britches....Oh how I love the thesaurus.  So, he's wearing "dress pants" and those wacky water shoes that indicate limited beach experience, or perhaps bad beach experience with a sand ray.

Mr. Trouser proceeded to walk to the edge of the water until the waves were lapping at the bottom of his pants.  HIS TROUSERS!  And unlike many a first day beach-er Mr. Trouser was not phased by this.  He didn't step back, he didn't roll up his knickers.  He stood there sinking his wacky water shoe clad feed into the sand and ruining a perfectly good pair of trousers.

But there's more......

Next day.  You know where we are.  You know what we're doing....  Guess what Mr. Trouser is doing?

Once again standing ankle deep in sand with soggy trouser cuffs.   

There is not explanation for this.  It fits no previous experience we've had at Beach Access 31.  A complete anomaly.  If we see him next year we will have to haul ourselves out of our chairs and go ask him what's up with the sodden slacks? 

Maybe.

If we have the energy for it.

And we're not too "busy."

Or not involved in a deep conversation. 

Maybe we'll just send one of the kids over there.