Benny Sigelman walked along the beach. His troubles trailed behind him. Even here, with the mild weather, the soothing sound of waves, the quiet give of the pristine sand, he couldn't put his unease at rest. Maybe if he jogged, he could outrun them.
It didn't work. They could keep up so well. There was no way around their insidious persistence. His heart thumped and quivered, and he abandoned his attempts to run. There was a limit, even in good conditions, to how long a 300 pound man could run.
He came to a wooden pier, one that had somehow survived Hurricane Mathilda, or had been quickly rebuilt. No, it looked too old to have been redone. How had it survived? This whole area had been devastated by Mathilda's category 4 landfall.
He noticed that there was no beach to cross if he were to try to continue underneath the pier to walk to the other side. Should he quit? Surrender in typical Benny fashion? No! He would make it through! He just had to go through a little water, as it crashed against the pier leggings.
I can do this, Benny thought. So what if I get my Nikes a little wet? How deep could it be? Certainly not past his knees.
So he pushed forward beneath the pier. The ocean water, blue and brackish, lapped up to his ankes. Not too bad.
Then a wave came. An unexpectedly large wave.
And all of Benny's troubles caught up with him.
Poor Boehner...I mean Benny! ;)
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