First impressions are terribly important in the business world. The pants or skirt, shirt or top must reflect a decidedly professional demeanor. In Rocky Point, however, where comfort is more important than dressing to impress, a dress code mostly doesn’t apply. The following is a conversation I had with Anita Benson of Phoenix, Arizona.
ANITA: Can I go topless on the beach in front of my hotel?
CAP’N GREG: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! This is a family publication.
ANITA: I am so sorry.
CAP’N GREG: That’s all right. I get carried away sometimes myself. You were saying?
ANITA: Well, I hoped I could get an all-over tan, and …
CAP’N GREG: Hold it right there. Mexico may seem like a place to let your inhibitions run wild but, actually, the culture down here frowns on public un-clothes-ed-ness.
ANITA: Is that a word?
CAP’N GREG: It is now.
ANITA: So maybe I should wear jeans and a sweatshirt?
CAP’N GREG: Let’s not go overboard here. Swimwear that shows off your figure is perfectly acceptable.
ANITA: Well … I do have a brand-new string bikini, but … Hey! Cap’n Greg? Cap’n Greg? Where’d you go?
CAP’N GREG: Sorry. I had to take a cold shower. What were you saying?
ANITA: Did I mention I will be traveling alone?
CAP’N GREG: Excuse me?
ANITA: My friends tell me I look a lot like Emily Ratajkowski. Will people mistakenly want my autograph?
CAP’N GREG: Tell you what. Forget about the hotel. I have a guest room at my casita you can use.
ANITA: Why, thank you, Cap’n Greg.
CAP’N GREG: Think nothing of it, Anita. And from now on in, just call me Cap’n.
