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When my son was not yet three, we vacationed on the beach near Sarasota, Florida. At the hotel were a bunch of Italian models, photographers, and staff doing a fashion shoot for an Italian magazine. The lovely models looked to be about fifteen, and they did a number of topless shoots.
All of the guys staying and working at the hotel were drooling over them, but they were sooooo snooty, and had men and women whose job it was to keep the riffraff away from the girls.
One day while they were shooting on the beach, I taught my son a ditty from a TV commercial, and told him to say it when I gave the signal. As the shoot finished, the models walked up the beach, haughtily through the crowd, and fortuitously near us. I told my boy Go and he said (very loudly) .
MOMMA MIA, THATS A SOME SPICY MEATBALL!
They stopped and glared at me. Im like What, I didnt do it. The guys on the beach were howling with laughter and my wife even thought it funny. Later that night one of the models rubbed my boys head at the restaurant, she thought he was cute.
All of the guys staying and working at the hotel were drooling over them, but they were sooooo snooty, and had men and women whose job it was to keep the riffraff away from the girls.
One day while they were shooting on the beach, I taught my son a ditty from a TV commercial, and told him to say it when I gave the signal. As the shoot finished, the models walked up the beach, haughtily through the crowd, and fortuitously near us. I told my boy Go and he said (very loudly) .
MOMMA MIA, THATS A SOME SPICY MEATBALL!
They stopped and glared at me. Im like What, I didnt do it. The guys on the beach were howling with laughter and my wife even thought it funny. Later that night one of the models rubbed my boys head at the restaurant, she thought he was cute.
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Heidi, go to http://traveurope.net/fodorite/fodor.htm. Some beautiful photos on there.
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Linda's story reminded me of the time we were pulling out of St. Thomas. We had just pulled away from the dock. As we were turning, a taxi came flying down the dock, screeches to a halt about 50 yards from where the gang plank had been. Two gals pile out loaded down with what looked like a dozen shopping bags. They are screaming..."WAIT WAIT!! thats our boat,thats our boat, come back!!!" as they are running down the dock,,just like in the movies one loosing her shoe..dropping bags...they get to the end of the dock and just pace back and forth holding their arms up...we just pulled away and sailed on...later we learned that they had caught a water taxi that caught up to us and were brought onboard.
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We were on the beach in Maui some time ago in Dec when three loud, bubbly women ran screaming down to the ocean. They were so excited about getting into the water. Well the waves are very big & powerful at that time of year especially that day. They had no idea what was coming nor did they realize no one else was in the water. They ran in about waist high and a huge wave came and threw them flat on the beach. I never saw three women run away so fast in all my life.
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I was in Mexico several years ago, and got rather tipsey at a restaurant.
They overcharged us, and I demanded to see the manager. I was so proud of myself for being assertive! A little Mexican guy signaled for me to follow him. He took me down a dirt road a few paces to a low-slung building, which I assumed was the Manager's Office.
When I got closer, I saw the sign:
"Women"
They overcharged us, and I demanded to see the manager. I was so proud of myself for being assertive! A little Mexican guy signaled for me to follow him. He took me down a dirt road a few paces to a low-slung building, which I assumed was the Manager's Office.
When I got closer, I saw the sign:
"Women"
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