One morning, I walked out of my house and realized it would probably rain. I could see the gray clouds gathering, but I was determined to get my exercise on one of the few days I was not working. I like to keep myself in shape and ready for anything. I would skate on my beach route back and forth before the rain would begin.
By the time I got back, it had begun to sprinkle. I looked in my boot where I put my key. It was not there. I took my boot apart looking for the key. There were many times I had been on that route and put my key there. I had never had a problem. I had locked everything in the car. I had no wallet or money on me.
I tried not to panic. I went a mile or so to the bordering beach. There had been many storms and sand covered the sidewalks. The rain was also beginning to pour. My sweatshirt and bottoms were drenched. Finally, I got to a local inn right off the sidewalk. I told the older gentlemen my plight. They were nice enough to let me make a call. My roommate would come to my rescue. I sat there in my wet clothes wondering how long it would take. She was pretty far away. I had no idea what I was going to do with my time.
The older gentlemen left and a young man with green eyes and dark hair took their seat. I was glad that I was already wet because my pants might have given away my excitement as his eyes sparkled. He asked me how I came to be there and I found out that he worked at the inn.
Finding out that I smoked, he said, "Hey, I have some Humboldt shit."