Not that it was all fun and games, believe me. The towels were thin, the water pressure ghastly and the hiking so strenuous I may need that hip surgery today, or possibly tomorrow. Plus there was that nagging feeling that you'd seen those people someplace before, and in fact you had: at breakfast. By the time you smile and wave at the same set of strangers four or five times, your initial feeling of camaraderie mysteriously curdles into a growing dislike for no apparent reason, resulting in a desperate need to look away, change direction and pray they aren't at dinner too. In fact, it's a wonder there isn't any violent crime there, what with that same little red-haired girl constantly running across your path, her oblivious parents pointedly avoiding eye contact and doing nothing to at all reign her in or silence her annoying chatter. And how about that strange couple who started out so cloyingly friendly we worried we'd never shake them and ended up literally glaring at us across the dining room without even a hint of common courtesy a day later? What's up with that?
Monday, June 11, 2012
Trouble in Paradise
Not that it was all fun and games, believe me. The towels were thin, the water pressure ghastly and the hiking so strenuous I may need that hip surgery today, or possibly tomorrow. Plus there was that nagging feeling that you'd seen those people someplace before, and in fact you had: at breakfast. By the time you smile and wave at the same set of strangers four or five times, your initial feeling of camaraderie mysteriously curdles into a growing dislike for no apparent reason, resulting in a desperate need to look away, change direction and pray they aren't at dinner too. In fact, it's a wonder there isn't any violent crime there, what with that same little red-haired girl constantly running across your path, her oblivious parents pointedly avoiding eye contact and doing nothing to at all reign her in or silence her annoying chatter. And how about that strange couple who started out so cloyingly friendly we worried we'd never shake them and ended up literally glaring at us across the dining room without even a hint of common courtesy a day later? What's up with that?
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