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That's Right
She always used that clam up line at the end, didn't she?
Which was fair enough, because he was a clam, after all.
And he took it well, usually, seeing as how it didn't particularly rankle him, and he, being a fairly typical clam, was pretty easy-going. Happy as one, he always said.
Actually, he didn't say it so often any more, since he found it just pissed people off, and then hassled him, or sighed a lot to show their annoyance, and that just got him down, and then people gave him a hard time because he wasn't happy anymore. It was a vicious cycle.
So now he just kind of sat on the bottom of the sea bed, in one of the more silty bits of sand, and tapped the thick edge of his shell. It made a nice, satisfying thunking sounds. Actually, now and again, when he thought of it, it was probably such a good solid thunking noise that swimmers passing by above diving under and showing off to their friends back on the beach probably heard the thunking and thought there was... oh, something BIG under water, thunking away. When all the while it was only him, a clam. A decent sized clam, but he wasn't any fool, he knew even a big clam wasn't really all that big, in the grand scheme of things.
It made him laugh. Not out loud, because that would only give the game away, to those swimmers up above. Instead he would just giggle to himself a little. The only problem was that his giggle was echoed by the inside of his shell, so the overall effect for swimmers above was the occasional thunking noise followed by something that sounded like a goat hiccuping.
He was contemplating a move somewhere slightly warmer, as the water always got so cold, even if you were nestled down in the sediment, that sort of rich stuff that gets sloughed off the land and dumped in the sea... except outside the Netherlands, where they messed around with a lot of the sediment by hand, causing all sorts of havoc amongst the local sea-dwelling residents. He probably would mark the space just off the Netherlands off his list of potential places to move.
But, then again, clams are laid back, so that's never a solid rejection, when you get it from a clam.
disclaimer:
"So, California," you might ask.
"You didn't put a question-like inflection on that last sentence," we might say back.
"It's tough to tell in print," you might say back.
Fair enough.
So what we might guess you're asking is, "Why California?" That might have been a better, slightly more sophisticated way of putting it.
We forget why, to be honest, maybe we'll get back to you next week.
As it is, we're off to Sunnyvale (and In 'N' Out Burger) this week! Hooray for us!
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