The Barabel in me is still sissing over a tiny litle tableau in the Publix parking lot.
There's this big, beefy, rough-looking guy, standing there, holding 3 bags of groceries and a watermelon.
And he's staring at his motorcycle.
I mean, how do you FORGET you drove a motorcycle to the grocery store? And buy $50 worth of junk and a 20 pound watermelon? The guy didn't even have saddlebags on his hog.
I'm still wondering if he returned everything, rigged something, or called his wife to come pick up the groceries in her light blue minivan. I guess if I see an exploded watermelon on the street tomorrow, i'll have a clue.