I was on car duty. This means you are expected to drive around to different homes and pick up as many boys as you are able to fit in. You are then expected to deliver them to the beach....and leave....you are not allowed to stay...not even at a distance...for fear anyone suspects you are with them. You must wait at home until the time you are summoned back for the pick up. This is usually done summarily by text message.
At this point you are expected to return to the beach in a speedy manner...and pick them up on the edge of the car park....remember they're cool...and cool doesn't do Mum. At this point you drive them all back to their respective homes as they sit on your upholstery with their wet bums and sandy bodies...complaining about the sunburn they have....because they are far too cool to wear a rashie...after all they are 15!!
A Beginners Guide to the Beach
There was a young man who went to the beach,
"Please wear your rashie," I was heard to beseech.
"Put on your sunscreen...cause your skin is so fair,"
"Shove on a hat....it reduces the glare."
"Swim where the flags are...stay near the shore,"
"Reapply sunscreen...and then add some more."
"You can't reach your back...so keep on a shirt,"
"You don't want to burn....cause it really will hurt."
So I told this young man....who went to the beach,
All of the things....that I knew I should teach.
But this lad is fifteen and he thought he knew better,
And now here he is....getting redder and redder!!