If you know any surfers well, you know this is true. Gotta keep an eye out for them. If you engage too much, next thing you know you’ll be cracking beers in the parking lot and the terrible surf out front will start looking pretty good, and your smelly wet wetsuit will crawl out of it’s bucket with a life of its own and drag you out surfing and you’ll be hungry afterwards and need a burrito and then half the day or more has blown by and you haven’t painted one bit. The worst. I treat them all with suspicion.
