I blew off job hunting today and went to Orcas island. In Puget Sound, it's about two hour's north of Seattle. I biked up and down breathtaking shores and checked out some starfish and jelly fish as I bobbed around in a kayak. The lady who rented it to me for 18 bucks an hour was this fat, gray, wrinkled, short, happy, hippie/packrat kind of lady whose lawn was full of sea junk, kayaks, odd wood things, lawn sculptors, and many other things we would gladly burn or launch at a school bus. When I kayaked back to her shore, I thought she was a rock in the water, then she popped fully up, clad in a bulging wet suit(perhaps an 18 wheeler's worth of rubber), with a shit eating grin and said she just lost dinner. A massive grab escaped her puggy fingers. She said to just put the money in the wooden box with the label "money box" on top and to take change that I needed. She was still in the water as I opened the box, and I thought about taking the few bucks change. Needless to say I never filled out a waiver or gave her a credit card. I guess she did have my bike if I decided to paddle back to Seattle.
I do think it should be Orca's Island not Orcas.
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