Generally the people would respond negatively and she would wander off, but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of money for something she carried in her bag. My wife and I assumed she was selling drugs and debated calling the cops, but we didn't know for sure so we just continued to watch her.

After a couple of weeks my wife said, "Honey, have you ever noticed that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?"

I hadn't, and I said so.

Then she said, "Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and our big radio and go lay out on the beach. Then we can find out what she's really doing."

Well, the plan went off without a hitch and my wife was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to me and then leave.

I walked up the beach and met her at the road. "

Well? Is she selling drugs?" she asked, excitement pouring out with her voice.

"No, she's not." I said, enjoying this probably more than I should have.

"Well? What is it, then? What does she do?" my wife fairly shrieked.

I smirked and said, "She sells 'C' cells by the sea shore."
(By Clynch Varnadore)