Discovering too late that a watermelon spiked with vodka had accidentally been served to a luncheon meeting of local ministers, the restaurant’s owner waited nervously for the clerics’ reaction.
“Quick, man,” he whispered to the waiter, “what did they say? “Nothing,” replied the waiter. “They were all too busy slipping the seeds into their pockets.”
So, you go to the grocery story and paw over the yellow watermelons. You ask the produce manager to help you “find me a big one eh!”