A Five Second Encounter

Yesterday I’m walking along the marina and see an older fisherman sitting on the bench doing something fishermany with his tackle box (is that what it’s called?).

And his fishing pole was standing up at the end of the short fence with his lure on it. But it was not in the water.

He isn’t paying any attention to me. He’s quite engrossed in his tackle box and whatever they do in tackle boxes.

So, I stop and he looks up with his bright blue eyes and I point to his fishing pole and say, you do know it has to be in the water, right?

He stares at me for a split second and then it registers. And he bursts out laughing.

OK, my job here is done.

I only have one joke in me a day. And I’ve just used it.

Off I go.