Hus­band: There are al­ways thieves on the beach.
Wife: Well, aren’t you just a ray of sun­shine up my ass?
Hus­band: Well, there are.
Wife: You are just a ray of fuck­ing sun­shine up my ass! All day (im­i­tat­ing hus­band) “I can’t smoke here, I can’t drink here, there are thieves on the beach.”

–East Matunuck State Beach, Rhode Is­land

Over­heard by: Pen­ny Lane