Today at the park we walked out to the end of a dock where three old local guys were standing around fishing; as they do every day I imagine. Right as we got there one of them said, “Oh, I got one. Come on over.” So we walked over as he pulled out a sunfish that couldn’t have weighed more than two ounces. I thought, okay, he’ll unhook him and throw him back in.

Instead he said, “A little small, but he’ll make good fertilizer for the garden.”

Fishing for fertilizer. Needless to say, neither Ali nor Ouest were impressed.