Make Sure The Seashells Are Clean, Please.

Conversation overheard at a Florida restaurant:

Tourist 1: “We need to find a gift shop that sells pretty shells.”

Tourist 2: “Why? We’ll find a million on the beach.”

Tourist 1: “I already have two souvenir tar balls. I’m not picking up any shells that have oil on them.”

Every seashell has its own Moonlight Sonata, whether it’s waltzing in a store window or not.