Feels good, I suppose. But apparently the planets are up to no good.
Doesn’t bother me, it’s the full moon, and therefore, the fish should be just gobbling anything I throw at them. If only life were that easy.
I was in a sport goods store to grab a few more topwater lures, and I was looking for another bag of those “chartreuse worms,” because, obviously, and despite logic, they seemed to work. Once. I asked the girl behind the counter, as she was checking me out, what her strangest question has been.
“we ask for the phone number, for the ‘preferred customer’ list, I don’t know why, and this one guy, he gave me his number then said, ‘Look, if my wife answers, just hang up.’ As if.”
As if, indeed.