(You can read part I here)

I unhooked my swim line from the Budweiser and handed it off to my swim bud to control so it wouldn’t get fouled hanging loose. Picking up my kick I swung out coming alongside the first man to my front.

“Excuse me, but do you happen to have any Grey Poupon?”

“But of course I do — I just shit an ass-load of into the sea.”

I didn’t hear any laughs but I saw some grinning teeth from the man.

“Yooz doin’ ok? Any issues? Cramps, stings, nausea… cough and scratchy throat due to seasonal cold and flu?”

*To the next man* “Hey, I heard they’re having an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet at Sloppy Joe’s this weekend — you down?” teeth again but no audible chuckle. I needed to try harder.