We were particularly enamored with a black-tie-clad elderly couple, cutting a rug to "You are the Sunshine of the Life" and pony-tail man and his sequins 'n feather boa date enjoying a heart to heart whilst touching foreheads. But when Brock and I hit the pirate ship, we twirled until we saw HER. Were I to guess, she and her husband were middle aged tourists, joining the masses awkwardly cutting a rug just like us. As she spun around, I noticed the sleeve of her floral blouse fly into the air, empty. Empty!?!
Yes, yes. That's right. She had one arm.
You would have thought we'd spotted a unicorn, Brock and I were so thrilled and delighted. It was like we'd won something. Brock's main concern was that she hadn't removed the sleeve, merely sewed the sleeve shut. "Maybe it's a new top?" He suggested, implying she hadn't had the time to snip her sleeve but was too excited to show off her new blouse to care.
I, however, think that one armed people just keep the superfluous sleeve. Why toss it? A hanging, empty sleeve is less alarming than no sleeve at all. Brock disagrees. He thinks one armed people should remove all excess sleeves from their clothing.
I don't need to tell you, this romantic conversation lasted us some time...