Two men at the beach are immersed in play by play commentary about the surf: it looks like a washing machine today. One sports a torn, surfbrand t-shirt, the other a wetsuit down to his waist (reveals a mat of grey hair).
One states that his partner’s sons are fuckwits, both done for speeding; they can’t get it right. The other states that all youths are fuckwits these days and yeah, they can’t get it right.
Surf-shirt man drives off in his 4WD, seat-belt caught in the door. Wetsuit man zips up, grabs his board and limps to the surf.