Once upon a time (Sunday before last),
i was walking down beach road
minding my bizness
dressed in my Sunday-best
...white shirt, dress pants, bow-tie

a guy on the OTHER side of the BeachRoad
..him sitting in shade under an umbrella
..with another guy

he beckons to me, to come over

* sigh *

don't just hate it when they're in the shade, and you're in the sun, and they want YOU to come to them

cho..!!..

if dem want me
then why don't they get out of the shade eh..??..

* sigh *

sometimes,
under similar situations i tell 'em to COME TO ME

nevertheless,
moi, feeling playful
..KNOWING that this encounter was gonna be one of those waste-of-time moments, and having a few moments to *play*, walked across the BeachRoad

OF COURSE i looked BOTH-ways before crossing that NOW-treacherous *highway*
...looked both ways 4 or five times, AND looked behind me, too

RAN (fastly) across the road

"..Hi,,, blah blah... how many weddings did you do today..??..", asked the guy

i HAD to chuckled
...he thought, or perhaps pretended to think that i was a preacher

i explained, that "..No... i'm just a foreigner/tourists on vacation.."

"..Oh,,, how long you here for..??.."

* sigh *

NOW he done crossed the line, with the stupid stuff/questions

mi took a deep breath

circled the two guys (who were sitting at a table)
..eyeballed them closely
and said::::::::::::::>>>>> "..Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,, i see,,, YOU're the police .."

i peered at their waist trying to see under their shirts

"..Where are your pistols..??.."

dem laughed
i walked off

* sigh *

bottom-line:::>> in Negril it's ALL a joke... a game... if you got time:::>> play with them... have fun

if got no time to waste:::>> keep on steppin' and ignore 'em

..more on this story in a few minutes..