PHUKET, Thailand — William Robins vowed Monday to change his life forever after the professional golfer from California and his new bride, Amanda, narrowly escaped death in the grip of a tsunami.
The newlyweds were honeymooning on Phi Phi island — made famous by the film “The Beach” starring Leonardo DiCaprio — when a giant tsunami wave slammed into it Sunday.
They’re from California, are they? That’s where I live! There are 50 beaches within a two-hour drive of my house.
So I ask my wife, who as it happens, was born in Thailand, “What kind of a nitwit takes an 18-hour plane ride halfway around the world to lay on a beach?! Why can’t they lay on the beach here?”
And she says: “It’s a really clean beach.”
So now these people have vowed to cut a lot of the nonsense out of their lives, which I assume includes trips to freaking Asia to lay on a beach.
I don’t know . . . I guess it’s wrong, but I’m secretly delighted when bad things — like 300 MPH walls of water — happen to vapid people.
According to the story, the wife, Amanda, has a fractured pelvis.
Good! That should put a crimp in the honeymoon.
I hope she’s got a broken jaw too . . .