Well, today everyone woke up and we all did or normal morning thing. At about 11:00, a few of us decided to go down to the beach for a little while--we brought a football. When we got to the beach, we noticed that a few people had set up a tennis net and were using paddle ball rackets and a tennis ball to play. We stayed a good distance away, so they wouldn't get hit with the football. The football was thrown, and missed, so the bouncing ball landed in the wanna-be tennis players "court". We proceeded to apologize for intruding in their game (they were actually just preparing to serve, and hadn't begun the game yet), and one of them proceeded to be a smartass about it. He told us that there was plenty of beach *that* way, and pointed, while speaking in the tone of an asshole. That is when the plan began brewing in our heads.. we walked off non-confrontationally, speaking a few words under our breath, and continued to walk on the beach. These were the culprits:
Now.. when we got back up to the 4th floor of our condo, we realized that our deck was positioned almost directly over their "court". We also noticed a potentially massive flock of sea-gulls spread throughout our area of the beach! After searching the kitchen for a matter of seconds, we came across exactly what we had been looking for, and so began our plan of attack!
Now, we all decided beforehand that we were going to be very strategic in the placement of the hotdogs, but in the end we just ended up throwing a malarkeyload of them. By a malarkeyload, I mean all 3 beautiful pounds of our oscar-mayer ammunition. Needless to say, we won't be having hotdogs for dinner tonight!
As the plan un-folded, I was there to take pictures, and take part in the throwing of hotdogs as well. At first, we threw a few to the outskirts of their game, so they wouldn't know what hit them when the first real attack took place..
When we thought we had gathered enough of our flying friends, we decided that the time was right for our first strike! One well-placed hotdog did the trick..
Seeing as how our tennis player targets weren't very bright, they merely thought the first attack was a coincidence. We decided that the 2nd attack would convince them that the birds weren't chasing the tennis ball..
By now, they realized that they were under attack, and looked up to see us pointing and laughing at the birds putting their game to a hault. After a quick restock of ammunition, the folly beach massacre ensued.. we proceeded to launch 20 hotdogs broken up into little bits all over their court and the area surrounding it. This picture is the sign of our triumph!
When they realized they couldn't play with our massive strike force swarming their court, we exchanged a few unpleasant words, and we declared that victory was ours.
