A Camping Trip In Which No One Has Ever Been Camping Before [FICTOID]

Randall broke up some more kindling and tossed it on the campfire.  Susan sighed romantically.  “This is blissful!”

“I know,” Randall said.  “I wish we did this years ago.”

“Well, how could we?” she asked.  “We both grew up as city kids.”

“I’m glad we chose to expand our horizons,” said Randall.  “Buying this camping gear was the best investment we ever made.”

Susan tore open a ketchup packet and squirted it on the freshly cooked meat before handing it in a mess kit to Randall.

“There’s so much more we can do now that we’ve started camping,” he said.  “For example, we can go out on moonlit nights and look at the constellations.  We can kayak on raging rivers.  We can follow luminous insects as they swarm around us.”

Susan sighed again, contentedly this time.  “Sounds wonderful,” she said.  “Nature will be our royal palace.”

The romantic atmosphere of the moment shattered when a bald little man with a livid face rushed up.

“Why, honey, look,” Randall said.  “It’s the salesman who sold us our camping gear.”

“Oh, thank you,” said Susan.  “We can’t tell you how much we’re enjoying it.”

“We’re glad you’re enjoying it,” said the livid little man, “but we do ask you take it out of the store to do so!”

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