In the first half of the Seventies I worked for a company that had a contract to ship watermelons from SoCal to Oregon, and then distribute them to Safeway stores in Oregon, between Eugene and Salem. Summertime, of course.
Hot and tiring, I agree. One benefit of the job was that we would ‘drop’ the occasional melon and refresh ourselves with the tasty moist heart.
I have done that so many times, that to this day I rarely eat watermelon, I like it but I’ve eaten so much of it that I just don’t eat anymore...