I heard there were mermaids in Florida.  After driving two hours trying to find these Mermaids, I came across this sign

Holy Crap! I found them! I couldn’t believe they’d been around since 1947!!!

Weeki Wachee was the only city  in the entire world with live mermaids

It was conveniently located next to a CVS.   Thank God cuz I forgot sunscreen.

When I got to the gate, I couldn’t get in because it costs $35. That fee included the waterpark, which I wasn’t even interested in going to.

As I walked away, I noticed this statue

At first I thought it was beautiful

Then I looked a little closer

Those aren’t mermaids!

They’re just naked chics with unusually large hands. And their fins aren’t even real. They’re tied to their feet with a rope!

I was little insulted.  But then I came across some real mermaids and I felt momentarily releived.

Me: Finally! A  mermaid with a tail.  But of course she’s not wearing a top.  What is it with this place? It’s like a soft porn amusement park with fake mermaids.

Mermaid #1: Um, excuse me. Don’t be call’n these fake.  I payed good money for this rack

Me: I wasn’t calling your boobs fake. I just think this place is a sham.

Mermaid #1: Yeah, whatever. Move along  sister.

I kept walking when this one stopped me.

Mermaid #2: You have a problem with boobs do ya?

Me: Who me? No. I love boobs. I have a pair myself.  I just think it’s messed up. I mean, those other chicks up in the air are completely naked and y’all aren’t even wearing your sea shell bikinis like you’re supposed to.

Mermaid #2: Maybe we don’t want to. Ever think about that?

Me: Oh, come on. Don’t you think people will respect you more if you keep those things covered?

Mermaid #2: No

Me: Here, just see what it’s like. I promise, clothes are comfy.

Mermaid #2: No, I really –

Me: See! Turquoise is your color! You look fabulous!

Mermaid #2: I feel like an idiot

Me: Oh, stop it.  Let’s take a picture. It lasts longer. Say “Boobies.”

Both of us ( in unison): Boobies (but Mermaid #2 sounded forced)

Mermaid #2: No. I can’t do this.  Take it off.

Me: What? No way. You look great! You’re just self-conscience.  Sure you’ve got headlight going on down there.  I better watch out. Those things are so sharp you might stab me if I’m not caref-….

Mermaid #2: TAKE THIS FUCKING SHIRT OFF BEFORE I SLAP YOU ACROSS THE FACE WITH MY FIN, YOU JUDGEMENTAL,  PRUDISH,  LITTLE C-(bleep)

Me: Ooo-kaaaay. Chill sister.  I’ll take it off. Here, let’s take another picture.  One without the shirt, okay? Just for you.

Me: Does that make you happy? You’re not mad at me right? We’re good….right? I mean, look. My bathing suit is falling off. See, I can look like a slut too.  I-…
Mermaid #2:  That‘s enough, I think you should leave.   I need some space.
Me: Okay. That’s cool. I’ll just sit over here.

Me: Just let me know when you’re done needing your space.

Mermaid #2: That’s not enough.  I think you should leave the mermaid park entirely.

Me: Okay. Fine.  It’s your home. Your lifestyle.  I worry about you. But I’ll go. Far be it for me to tell you what to do.

Mermaid #2: PLEASE LEAVE!!!

I left.  A mile down the road, I passed this place.

Now it all made sense.  No wonder they were so comfortable without their shirts on.  They had all been hired from this place.

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https://melaniehamlett.com/2009/04/30/tourists-can-be-douchebags/