Jan 4, 2006
Growing up, I spent a lot of time in boats in the Florida Keys carefully trying not to run over the thousands of buoys that pepper the surface there. We'd try our best not to run into them, but they're everywhere and their lines to the traps below can get tangled up in propellers something fierce.
Last weekend at Target I spotted an attractive item on the bottom shelf, crouched down to inspect it and the next thing I knew I was rolling over and feeling tackled. Turns out my fate was parallel to the buoys I spent so much time trying to navigate around. I was run over by a shopping cart. Sometimes the waters are just too thick with little styrofoam floaters and sometimes the Target is too full of people to avoid such tragedies.
By the way, only commercial fisherman with licenses are allowed to place these buoys in the waters. They're attached to lobster pots on the bed of the Gulf. That never stopped my family from hoarding milk cartons and tying weights to them with a long piece of string to mark where we found the mother load lobster holes. We'd have to do that because by law you can only take 24 lobsters per boat per day, but instead of following silly rules, we'd make a quick run home to drop off our first 24 and go back out looking for our milk cartons and another 24. This was against the law, probably contributed to the shortening supply of "bugs" out there, and also probably broke some child labor law or another. Lobster hunting is a hard vacation folks. But also quite fun. Someday I'll tell you about the tickle sticks.
Posted by wharman at 1:49 AM