The Pervert Files.

It's normal to get weird, weird people on the beach. Some are a little bit crazy, and really should be on their meds. But every once in a while, we get truly scary people down-- the ones that creep on little kids, or pre-teen girls. We had one of those yesterday. He was harassing women, trying to grope them and hug them, and it was just entirely unacceptable in my book.

I, quite honestly, refuse to deal with it. If there's a guy skulking on the beach, I am not going to flounce up to him in my two-piece suit and tell him he isn't allowed to stare down everything in a bikini on the beach. He's less likely to listen and more likely to try to grope me. Not something I'm excited to deal with. So instead of checking it out, I set someone on the ATV to check it out.

He proceeded to call me back ten minutes later--"You didn't TELL me the dude had GARDENING SHEARS."

Well, I didn't know. Since I wouldn't go check it out. But apparently he was carrying gardening shears in his belt, and upon being removed from the beach, pulled them out and started waving them around as he walked away. Luckily he was drunk and rambling, and not really trying to stab anyone. But it WAS a sobering reminder of what definitely could happen if someone unstable heard something they didn't like on the beach. All was quiet after that, with the exception of me getting stung by a bee, and the surfer who smacked himself with a board and got a huge gash on his head.