believe I walked in because of the promise of air conditioning. While the temperature wasn’t extraordinarily hot, I was already sweating buckets because of the humidity, which ranks up there as the highest percentage in America, on average. Walking in, a woman sitting behind a desk with her bare feet visible under a typical office desk, introduced herself to me and Bahama, and we responded by returning introductions to Becky.
Becky, it turned out, is the primary owner of the property, sharing the duties with two other partners. She said she enjoys the day-to-day of running the smallish, yet beautiful property, and asked me if I liked art.
“Ummm, yeah” I said, glowing red. I wasn’t a big fan of art, but I was a big fan of talking to Becky.
I suspected Becky figured out that I didn’t have a clue about art, but she was nice enough to continue anyway. “Well, here we have a large display of statues, mostly created by local artists, and some of the best photographs, all original, of many of the popular places in the Keys.”
It was near the end of her description of her property that I casually looked at a four foot work of art, an intertwined body’s statue, symbolizing God knows what. I then examined the price tag – $50,000. The shock of the price physically caused me to jerk, and take a step backwards, right into another four foot statue, which I heard rocking on its pedestal. I was temporarily paralyzed with dread, unable to turn around for fear I would certainly knock it over.
Somehow I made a move where I stayed facing the $50,000 statue, but reached my hands behind my back. Luckily, I was able to grab on to the tusk of the four foot elephant, preventing it from causing the most expensive domino effect in history. When order was restored, I checked out the price tag on the tusk – $75,000.
“All prices are negotiable,” she said, before adding with a laugh, “unless you break them all first.”
As I was ready to make a beeline to the door, and to the safe haven of my car, she spoke.
“The sun’s getting ready to set, would you like to go to the dock and watch it with me”? Her voice didn’t suggest she was making a move on her clumsy customer, instead just asking a question she would have asked to any man, woman, child, or dog who happened to be standing with her at that moment.
Weighing my options, I thought of two scenarios: I’d find some way to fall into the water, or something equally embarrassing. I was just figuring out that my safest option would be getting into my car and continue driving when Becky spoke. “Come on, it’s a Keys tradition!” Bahama accepted the invite, so I had no choice but to follow. After all, at that point in my life there weren’t too many attractive women, or any women for that matter, inviting me to do anything lately.
Becky walked towards the deck, and I was surprised to see so many people, maybe around 30, taking up various spots to watch the sunset. This didn’t seem to surprise Becky at all, as she explained that not only did the property have 14 rooms, but many people driving by at this time often stop to watch the sunset.
It’s hard to explain a sunset and what makes one particularly better in one place more so than the other. The sun, after all, is the same for everyone even a million miles away, but by just changing your view of the setting sun, you see something you have taken for granted all your life.
The climax of the sun setting lasts about 20 minutes, with varying degrees of sun beams bouncing off the water in every angle possible. The last few minutes are the most exciting,
Becky, it turned out, is the primary owner of the property, sharing the duties with two other partners. She said she enjoys the day-to-day of running the smallish, yet beautiful property, and asked me if I liked art.
“Ummm, yeah” I said, glowing red. I wasn’t a big fan of art, but I was a big fan of talking to Becky.
I suspected Becky figured out that I didn’t have a clue about art, but she was nice enough to continue anyway. “Well, here we have a large display of statues, mostly created by local artists, and some of the best photographs, all original, of many of the popular places in the Keys.”
It was near the end of her description of her property that I casually looked at a four foot work of art, an intertwined body’s statue, symbolizing God knows what. I then examined the price tag – $50,000. The shock of the price physically caused me to jerk, and take a step backwards, right into another four foot statue, which I heard rocking on its pedestal. I was temporarily paralyzed with dread, unable to turn around for fear I would certainly knock it over.
Somehow I made a move where I stayed facing the $50,000 statue, but reached my hands behind my back. Luckily, I was able to grab on to the tusk of the four foot elephant, preventing it from causing the most expensive domino effect in history. When order was restored, I checked out the price tag on the tusk – $75,000.
“All prices are negotiable,” she said, before adding with a laugh, “unless you break them all first.”
As I was ready to make a beeline to the door, and to the safe haven of my car, she spoke.
“The sun’s getting ready to set, would you like to go to the dock and watch it with me”? Her voice didn’t suggest she was making a move on her clumsy customer, instead just asking a question she would have asked to any man, woman, child, or dog who happened to be standing with her at that moment.
Weighing my options, I thought of two scenarios: I’d find some way to fall into the water, or something equally embarrassing. I was just figuring out that my safest option would be getting into my car and continue driving when Becky spoke. “Come on, it’s a Keys tradition!” Bahama accepted the invite, so I had no choice but to follow. After all, at that point in my life there weren’t too many attractive women, or any women for that matter, inviting me to do anything lately.
Becky walked towards the deck, and I was surprised to see so many people, maybe around 30, taking up various spots to watch the sunset. This didn’t seem to surprise Becky at all, as she explained that not only did the property have 14 rooms, but many people driving by at this time often stop to watch the sunset.
It’s hard to explain a sunset and what makes one particularly better in one place more so than the other. The sun, after all, is the same for everyone even a million miles away, but by just changing your view of the setting sun, you see something you have taken for granted all your life.
The climax of the sun setting lasts about 20 minutes, with varying degrees of sun beams bouncing off the water in every angle possible. The last few minutes are the most exciting,
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