You walk along the streets of home, searching for something interesting to do. During your brisk travel alone, you see Samir standing next to a small pond, seemingly pondering. In his hand he held his surfboard, his red vibrant skin reflecting the sun’s rays. Doing a double take, he sees you in the corner of his eye and ushers you over with a smile. “Wassup neighbor!! What do you think? Is it big enough to surf on?” He asked, pointing at the stagnant, unmoving water.