I stopped at a convenience store Friday evening for some Gatorade after Maria and I spent a sweaty couple of hours scoping out the un-airconditioned venue for Saturday's wedding.
I was wearing the fabulous, exotic and no-longer obtainable Willis & Geiger Skeleton Coast photographer's jacket with the zip-in sleeves removed.
The lumpy youth behind the counter rang up my purchase and inquired, "Goin' fishin'?"
Yeah, for morons.
And I just caught one.
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