yesterday at the supermarket i overheard a very amusing conversation. it was about bait. perhaps the conversation wasn't as amusing as the situation. two families, who had apparently ordered a large shipment of bait together, were discussing the division of the delivery while in line at the supermarket. ooh and it gets better. mr. and mrs. j. crew on vacation were in between the two families. (*if you live on the island you know that even if there are six million people with groceries there will only be two lines open and one of them will have an old lady paying by check in slow, shaky handwriting only to find when she's finished writing she accidentally wrote the name of the old grocery store and has to write a new check) ok so i'm in the slow lane, behind the old lady, and the chatty bait people are in the next lane. the bait people are talking about shoveling the bait, and how you can't ever get the smell off the shovel, or your hands, or your clothes, not to mention your lawn where the bait is waiting to be shovelled. they're laughing and carrying on and joking about all that dead rotting fish. mrs. j. crew on vacation begins to look visibly ill. mr. j. crew on vacation asks her what's wrong. mrs. looks over her shoulder in disgust. but ahh, the first bait family is in front of them and she gets caught. mrs. bait family, with her baity hand, reaches over and touches her arm and asks if she's ok. and the rest i didn't get to see because i had to pay for my groceries. nothing like fish guts to make a vacation worthwile.