Tanning and Texting
Nothing says spring like college students tanning at the local park. Tanning is funny enough when you're in your own backyard, but at a park? Right next to a playground? Where children are eating lunch and swinging?
I went to an elementary school very close to a college campus. As soon as spring showed its pretty face, so would the tanners. There they'd lay, just left of the baseball field, on flimsy beach towels on the lawn. There was a standing dare for any and all elementary kids to throw cups of water on the tanners at recess time. The dare was especially encouraged if one of the tanners had her strap undone--hoping for a line-less tan. I went through with the dare one time with my friends. The tanners were mad. We laughed, but then I felt bad.
Two days ago I took my boys to a secluded little park. We met my sister (in the beginnings of labor) and her boys for a picnic. It was the first nice day since September (I swear) and moms and kids were all about. And there, left of the big colored concrete map of the U.S., was the tanner. She was all alone when Parley and Jones found her.
Katie called Jones to come back. He wanted to talk with the tanner. He is, after all, a sociable little fellow. The tanner did not want to talk. She was, after all, tanning.
She was joined not long after by the boyfriend tanner. (Boyfriend tanners. Can we spend a minute on them? Boyfriend. As in, male, as in, tanning men. At a park. Are you as baffled as I am?) The boyfriend tanner pulled his shirt off and lay down by blondie tanner. They tanned and texted, tanned and texted. All the while children played around them. Ultimately, blondie tanner left and boyfriend tanner kept texting.
UR so tan ;)
By the slide.
I'm by the map.
LOL! Come over!
I don't feel bad about throwing the water anymore. Not one bit.