Well...we're getting warmer, you say wearily.
You mean that's not it? Look, they fold up and they're on the porch. These have GOT to be your chairs.
You shake your head. No, the ones you borrowed from us were loungers...and, oh forget it. Can I borrow these?
"Yeah," says Airhead Number One. "I think the neighbors want to borrow these chairs. Is that okay?"
"I thought they wanted theirs back?" asks Airhead Two, scratching his head.
"Hey, you still here?" asks one of the other two Airheads as they join you and the first one on the porch. Their hair is standing on end and you detect a whiff of electrical smoke on them.
Airheads Two and Three stare at you a minute, then give you a cautious smile. "It's cool," says Two. "We'll just leave you two to figure this out," says Three. "We'll be chillin' out back. Need to finish catching our daily dose of rays on Airhead Beach, ya know."
"Yeah...the babes love our tans almost as much as our music."
You watch them stroll off the porch to their private beach (which is actually a child's sandbox that they keep trying to fill with water. They don't understand why the wet stuff won't say in there and keep running the hose all the time. They had to hock one of their guitars to pay their water bill last month...) and then you see...
