David and I share a warped and juvenile sense of humor. This has proved especially valuable in situations where one or the other might be grumpy, tired, or threatening to torpedo an otherwise pleasant afternoon.
In case you had any doubt, “the one or the other” is usually me, and I was ever-so-slightly grumpy and tired as we found ourselves in the way, way, way back of a commercial water taxi to Naples, Italy.
Yes, I was on the stunning coast of Italy and I was a bit grumpy. It can happen. Let’s move on with the story, shall we?
Did you know that 95% of the people who go to the way, way, way back of a water taxi are there for a smoke? The other 100% are totally OK with sharing the most intimate of personal space. There is no comprehension that you and I could be just a teeny bit too close with you there resting your arm on my head.
We were in the cargo hold of the boat babysitting our suitcases. Half my rear-end was on a narrow metal step: a seat that had certainly cost us enough Euro for several rear-ends to lounge comfortably on plush velvet.
The diesel fumes, foreign body odor (mine the worst) and Marlboro smoke was taking me to an unhappy place when David saw a story unfolding.
The gentleman in the blazer is taking many, many minutes of video of the sea. More minutes of video than I have taken of all four children in eighteen years combined.
He is a part of the 100% with no personal space issues, as you can see…
And we thought our seats were bad.
Where can he cast his gaze? He displays the patience of Job.
Our friend in the blazer is still filming ten minutes later, now with only one hand. He will go on to document every second of our forty-minute taxi ride…
It’s Friday, friends! Find the fun, and share some with the ever-so-slightly grumpy ones around you, no matter how close they might be.
PS. We did get a laugh from this fellow right before port. He was somehow able to find the humor in it all – what a good sport. Love him. Love Italians. Love tourists. Love this memory.