He had sand in wrinkles on a part of his body that he cared not to mention. By the way he walked, everyone probably knew. The beach would be absolutely perfect if all the sand fell off and out of places it didn't belong after a day of UV rays in the surf.
Ouch, ouch, ouch with every step back to the car. Impatient drivers, certainly cursing under their breath, weaved through the full rows of the parking lot. One car lurked silently behind him hoping for a space. He waddled to a stop behind his steering wheel. He cranked the car, turned up the air, and sat there. Cold was good. Motionless was better. His sandy parts longed for a wash and lotion.
Beep, beep. The waiting car made its presence known. In return, he presented his middle finger. The waiting car waited no more, honked again, and shouted something only a true spring breaker could appreciate. He sat and smiled. After the car disappeared, he backed out and left the parking lot. His shower summoned.
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