There is absolutely nothing fun and exciting to report for the week past. Nothing happened.
Bret went a couple of times down to the beach with his metal detector. He found nothing fun.
He went to a downtown beach, in the middle of the afternoon when it was crowded with tourists, and locals too I guess. As he swept his detector over the sand he would get a reading, all excited he started to dig for the three thousand dollar diamond ring that someone had lost, what a disappointment only a quarter, but at least it was a better find than a penny.
One of the Sun Worshippers had watched Bret go around with his searching device and had wanted to see if the detector would find a quarter, so the quarter got buried in the sand and waited to be exposed. After Bret found the quarter the Sun Worshipper approached Bret and told him how impressed he was that he was able to find the coin. I do not know if Bret gave him his quarter back, but I tell you he sure wanted to give him something…!
After this tale repeating itself a couple of times a decision was made. People on beach, equals no metal detecting.
It is a Saturday morning so I better go take my test, grrrrowl.
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