Workshop Write

For today's prompt you have two people--who are not children (otherwise age, gender is up to you) fighting over a beach ball, only that's not what the arguement is really about....
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"We should have brought the pump."

Celia put her finger over the air tube so that none of her effort escaped. "Yes, you should have," she stated and went back to blowing.

"They could be playing by now instead of wasting the time waiting."

Celia closed her eyes. This would go so much faster if she could just close her ears as well. She continued to blow up the beach ball, hoping that her lack of response would bring an end to the train of thought. She didn't much care for where it was going.

"We need to make the most of every minute, with the price of gasoline and all, you know."

Celia nodded from behind the ball, that was beginning to look less like a bicycle helmet. It sure was a big ball.

"So why didn't you pack the pump?"

Celia let her sigh put a little more air into the ball. Again she covered the plug with her finger.

"I forgot. Isn't that why you didn't pack the pump?"

"I came on the spur of the moment, Sis. You know that!"

"Exactly."

"Exactly what?"

"Shana, you always do everything spur of the moment, and then wonder why it doesn't go according to your liking. Maybe if you planned ahead now and then, you could also help everything turn out like you'd like it too. Don't you think?"

"Oh, so you feel like I'm barging in? Forgive me for wanting to spend some time with my nieces and nephews."

"That isn't the point, and you know it. It's just you never plan these things, but slide in on a whim. That leaves you no room to complain about anything that happens. I'll tell you what. Here." Celia took her sister's finger and planted it on the air stem as she pulled hers away. "Don't let any air out. I'm going to go help the kids make the most of their time here and when you're finished blowing that up, you can join us, okay? Your nieces and nephews will love you for it!"