Charity

Claire draped her swimsuit over the wall of the changing room and dried herself off.

When she went to grab it again, it was gone.

She immediately suspected her boyfriend was playing a prank on her.

She stormed out of the changing room to catch him in the act. But there was no sign of him anywhere.

Instead, she spotted the lifeguard staring at her.

“Eek!”

Embarrassed, she covered her private parts with her hands.

“It’s not my fault. Someone stole my clothes.”

He shrugged and pointed to a sign:

SKINNY-DIPPING AREA

“What? Since when is this a nude beach?”

“Since you took the wrong turn at the entrance?” the lifeguard suggested.

“And where’s my swimsuit?” Claire sounded desperate.

The lifeguard stood up and called after a beach attendant:

“Greg, did you take anything?”

“Sure. I collect abandoned items for the beach recycling program. We auction them off for a good cause.”

“But that was my swimsuit,” Claire shrieked.

The beach attendant tipped his cap.

“Thank you for your generous donation, miss. You're helping underprivileged children enjoy a day at the beach!”