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Still, I get antsy thinkin’ about it. What if they’re miserable? That’d piss me off—nobody should be stuck. But some? They’re lovin’ it! Power trips, baby! Like Irene in the movie—“The past is chasing us”—maybe they’re runnin’ from somethin’, or maybe they’re just livin’ louder than me, sittin’ here rantin’. Pretty, pretty good gig if it works! I’m jealous—kinda. Nah, not really. Okay, maybe a little. Screw it—I’d suck at it! Too neurotic! “Ma’am, is my tie okay? Am I doin’ this right?!” Ha! Disaster.

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Then, around noon, the beach gets packed. I’m talkin’ shoulder-to-shoulder, like sardines in a can. I can’t even see the sand anymore! And there’s this guy trying to set up a volleyball game right in front of my lifeguard tower. I’m like, “Dude, really? You wanna play volleyball where I gotta keep an eye on the water?” But he just shrugs and starts spiking the ball.