I went surfing today. I know this how many of my posts have begun so I'll make this relatively short. While waiting for waves...hmm, surfing should actually be called "Waiting". Generally speaking, you wait around for waves much more than you actually surf. In my case, it should be called waiting and missing.
So, I was waiting for waves and in a group of about four people when a seal popped it's slick, rubbery head out of the water. I've seen seals before. I've seen seals while surfing before. I've never seen a seal right beside me though. Like close enough to touch. One of the surfers freaked out and pulled his legs up on his board. I wanted to ask if his flowered panties chafed him under his wetsuit. It's a damned seal man. The only disconcerting thing about the seal's presence was that I was surfing in Malibu where there happens to be a resident Great White which can be seen here:
Was I scared? Absolutely not. Did I shit just a tiny bit when some kelp hit my board and I felt a thump? You can ask Pete Nash as he's the one who rinsed my suit out after surfing. There's probably a fairly good chance there was a Hersey's Kiss in there.
So I decided to engage the seal in conversation and this is how it went.
Me: Hey seal. How are things? You eating some fish?
Seal: Yeah man. You know, hanging around and eating fish. Same old same old.
Me: I see you have no ears. More like holes in the side of your head.
Seal: Yup, just holes.
Me: I hope you don't mind me asking but sharks really like to eat seals right?
Seal: Oh yes, they love our tasty flesh.
Me: That must be scary. I'm glad I don't look like a seal. All black and shiny and swimming around. You must look like a juicy piece of licorice to them.
Seal: I like your black wetsuit.
Me: Screw you.
Seal: Someone stole your shoes.
Me: I hate you seal.
I will go back and damn it, if I see that seal again I'm going to punch him in his super cute little face. If I catch the guy who took my flip flops I might club the seal with him.
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