Today’s coffee cup is brought to you courtesy of an August 1998 visit to Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach, California.
Where, upon seeing something that looked like this:
Becky quietly said to Jim, “And that is why I don’t swim in the ocean.” Which caused a total stranger to turn and blare at Becky, “YOU WON’T FIND THOSE HERE!”
HA!
if there’s a chance that thing could be in the ocean, then i’m not swimming there either.
i jsut went to that aquarium recently – very cool place.
I loved it. It was still pretty new when I was there, so everything was clean and sparkly. Then again (sorry, everywhere else), I found California’s public places generally cleaner overall.
I’ll bet it was a tourist. I didn’t think Californians were allowed to blare.
Maybe she was from wherever those creepy things actually are, and it was a matter of pride for her to claim them as her own. I’m not swimming there, either.
Can they bleat?
Southern Californians? I know one of them who can bleat. And clop.
It’s not the sharks, the rays, or the baracuda’s thay keep me from the water – it’s the fact you are swimming in fish poo.