The Water-melons

He set up big mounds of water-mellons alongside US Route Seventeen South. Watermelons "twenty five cent" Sometimes I would stop shoot the breeze, share a cold beer. He sold a lot of melons out there on Route seventeen.

Now this story is not exactly about water mellons, not exactly. It is about a happening one day when I was waiting to launch my crab boat down at the government dock.

There was a week-end-warrior boat blocking the ramp. The guys were having a hard time getting their boat up on the trailer. I went over to give them a hand. Standing in the boat waiting, were two almost naked girls eating water-melon. I have to admit I may have been gawking. One of the girls held out a big juicy chunk of water melon and said "You want some?"

180 crabber.

At least I hope you said...

I do not care for water-melon.

Hee! Hee!

180

I knew ya still had it in ya, sailor.

BZ
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