A Minyon of Surfers

I watched 8 guys and 2 seals surf just inside the Golden Gate Bridge today. The people had wet suits; the seals did not, but they all looked alike out there.

I wonder what the seals were thinking: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? That using boards is unfair? How hard it must be to surf when you're constantly monitoring yourself for hypothermia? That maybe one of them had brought a fish?

And what do you suppose was going on in the mind of that bee buzzing me as I ate a slice of bread with honey later? Professional interest? News of a relative? Opportunism?

I should probably get a life.