Last night I arrived at Holly’s apartment for book club, only to find her in the kitchen, holding a huge watermelon.
“Here,” she gestured toward her laptop. “Look at this site and see if you see anything easy on it that I can make.”
The website featured watermelon carvings that looked pretty professional. “Um… you’re going to try to make one of these for book club?” I clarified.
She nodded. “I hate watermelon. But I thought it would be refreshing. And I could make it look cool.”
“You think you can pull this off in 15 minutes? Because people are going to be here soon and they look kind of complicated,” I was impressed by her ambition.
Again she nodded, then, turning to me, she said, “You know, I think I’ll make a boat and put this pineapple top on it like a tail!”
And as she said this, behind her, in what seemed to be slow motion, the watermelon proceeded to roll off the counter and land on the floor, where it broke into two chunks and splatted juice everywhere:
Kind of looks like a crime scene, no?
“Well, I think that makes the decision easier,” I told her.
“Did I mention?” she responded, “I fucking hate watermelon.”
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