The Ocean

I stood by the Ocean. The water flowed up and touched my toes. I said hi.

The Ocean said, “It’s good to see you.”

A tear came to my eye. I said, “You remember me?”

The Ocean said, “Of course.”

I said, “I didn’t figure you noticed.”

The Ocean said, “It’s always good to see you, Clive.”

I got angry and drove home. When I got there I turned on the sprinkler in the front yard and ran through it.

The water said, “I heard what happened. The Ocean. What an asshole.”