Subject:  the grass is always greener
Date:  1997/09/25

"It's bullshit.  The grass isn't always greener on the other
side of the fence.  What if there isn't any grass on the other
side of the fence?  What if it's a desert over there?"

"You're saying that there's grass over here, and sand over
there?"

"Yeah.  The grass isn't greener on the other side of the
fence, because it's all sand over there."

"Mmm, a nice beach.  And a full moon.  And there's your
dream lover, beckoning to you.  Come join me on this
side of the fence, sweetheart.  We'll make love on the beach
in the moonlight.  Just come on over that fence and
join me here on the other side."

"Tempting."

"That's the idea."

"Ok, so what if I go for it?  Jump the fence. Make love on the
beach.  What would I want with the grass?"

"Well, no matter how perfect it sounds to make love on the
beach by the light of the full moon, in reality you're always
going to get sand up your..."

"I see your point.  But I'll just jump into the water -- it's
a beach, right?  Wash it all off."

"But you can't stay in the water forever.  And if you get
out back onto the beach, you'll get sand all over your
feet.  And your legs.  And pretty soon you'll be getting
itchy, and annoyed, and thinking, how come this is so damn
uncomfortable when it looked so good from the other side
of the fence?  And the next time you go into the water,
you notice that if you get out on the other side of the
fence, you can step off onto nice, soft grass.  And grass
doesn't stick to your skin and make you all itchy."

"Nice, soft grass.  And I bet it's green, too."

"Very, very green."