Sometimes I "do" want to see the wares offered for sale on the beach.
Sometimes I don't.
Someone, with a nice pretty stand/table/stall full of souvenirs will wave you over.
"Come mon, take a look"
The thing is....walking the beach/sand is not like a sidewalk.
That sand wears on the legs.
Gee,
you are sitting in a nice comfy chair,
I am sweating bullets walking in this sand.
Not the easiest thing to walk on sand.
Wish I was young.
So, being tired sometimes, I wave them off.
I don't mean dis-respect, but mi legs,
they aint got the get up and go like before.
It feels like even 5-6 steps off my course is rough.
So, I was thinking of a way to let the folks know that
even though, I may be interested in their wares,
I just don't have the energy to make it to their stall/table.
I think I may start pointing to my leg and
make a face, like they hurt
which (they do).
Then I will yell, "mi legs mon, they killin me"
I am sure they understand about old folks like me,but.....
Selling is their livelihood.