Okay, here's the story in a clamshell.

No, of course not, Ma.

It's just that they've been rerunning Sea Hunt on cable recently.

I always thought Sea Hunt was a show for morons.

Well, today's the big day.

I finally have enough money to buy a Mr. Underwater watch.

Why do you want one of those?

You can barely swim.

And you're afraid of the water.

Don't you people understand?

The ocean is a state of mind.

One doesn't have to be in it to appreciate it.

From the time we first crawled out of the blue salt water as monkeys, to the time we harnessed its power on surfboards, man has always strived to become one with the ocean.

Besides, I just think it would be kind of neat to have a watch I can wear into the shower.

I better get going.

The transistor hut opens at 10, and after my experience with the Minuto tickets last week, I know how things sell out early.

Bye.

Can we try and start sleeping in in the morning so we miss him all together?

Think about direction, wonder why you have it now.

Stand in the place where you were, now face west.