My Friends

Picture it (as Sophia of Golden Girls fame liked to say)...I am camping with my handsome husband and my two of my best friends, Zoe and BP. We are playing cards at the picnic table, thoughtfully included by the local Park's Service personnel with our campsite. It is dark out, and we are using headlamps for light. This lighting solution is entertaining as each time one of us wants to look at another person at the table, we blind them with said headlamps. We have since purchased a fine lantern for these kinds of activities. However, I digress. I am sitting facing the campsite next to ours. I see the two men staying at that campsite get up and go into their tent. A bit later, I look up from my cards, not at their tent mind you, but since I am facing it, I am, unfortunately, looking in the direction of the tent. I say, "Don't everyone look at once, but I think the two guys in the campsite next to us are having sex and left the lantern on in their tent." Can you see where this is going? If you can, you'd fit right in with the 4 of us. The other 3 all turn, in unison, to look at the tent. This means 4 little spotlights are now directed at their tent. I guess Phollower, Zoe, and BP all figured the other 2 would wait while they looked first. That was their miscalculation.