Yesterday a friend asked me to follow an old tradition I’d never heard of before. “When you find yourself by the ocean,” she said, “you must dip your shoes in the blue water.”
So yesterday, before leaving Sea Island, I walked down to the shore and dipped my shoes in the ocean. I felt great after following this little ritual, as though I was now somehow more connected to our planet.
Later in the day, over drinks, I was telling a colleague about this interesting tradition. Being in a punful mood, he replied, “Sure, you can dip shoes. But at a beach, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to dipthongs?”
“Maybe,” I told him, being in a punful mood myself. “But that wouldn’t have been consonant with my friend’s request.”