Which Does the Most Damage...

The Roller Gods have spared me. My boss (it feels weird calling him that) must have seen the fear in my eyes on Friday when he said we were heading out to go skating. He gave me the option to come skate with them or come along and take a walk along the river- "It is up to you, if you want to try or be excluded." I don't know if he was trying to make me feel bad or if it's because of the language barrier, (I used to to think some to the bluntness was the language barrier but now I kinda think its them...) but I had no qualms about being excluded from the group for an hour or so.

The path along the river was nice and peaceful not exactly the most scenic walk ever, but it still quite lovely, well that is until I glance down at the person sunbathing literally right off the path and realize it is a 70 year old man tanning every little bit of his body. So not what I wanted to see, and why so close the walking path man? Thats just not nice. So I kept walking trying to shake the horrible image from my head and I then encountered a group of topless women (not that uncommon for Europe) again, right off the path. There was a huge field off to the side, but for some reason all the nudies were clustered around the path- I am talking I could kick you you are so close. Why, why?! Then further down the path I see like a nudist family. Dad, Mom, kid, and maybe an aunt or something. I saw them from a little ways off, because the Dad got up walked over to the bike path and started peeing. Peeing. Completely naked. Less than two feet from the bike path. Now looking back, maybe I should have gone skating with the family. Any bruises or gaping wounds I accrued during the outing would have been far less damaging then the scarring all those naked people caused. That is unless I was the unfortunate one to come around to corner to find a naked man relieving himself. Yikes.