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A Fin for Coffee
It was a long week. Work was boring, and hard. Joe needed to unwind and the weekend was beginning to show promise. It was too hot to snow, and too dry to rain. "Andy, guess we may as well do something on the out of doors. Don't know how long this little dry spell's gonna last." "Yea, it's only been six months, think we best enjoy this little respite" Having used up their total reserve of logic for
the week, they decided to head for the pier and check out the fishing. That was when Joe made his first big mistake; he made a thermos of hot coffee.
Living as they did, in the upper northwest, the only water available was the pond. So, they threw the gear into the back of the old truck Joe had just bought. This was a good time to check it out anyway. Since the dealer didn't have any on the lot, he had to wait until the next shipment from the factory, so he ordered it with all the features he wanted. Poor guy, he could not get everything. Nowhere in
the catalog could the dealer find a redneck radio, so he was stuck with just the ordinary alpine ten speaker and floor mounted subwoofer system. They headed towards the Pacific Ocean.
When they got to their favorite pier, it was crowded with others using boats. "Well, there goes the ol fishin' hole. Why does these folks wanna spoil a good fishing spot with boats? And it ain't just the locals neither, look at that big `un out there". Indeed there was an aircraft carrier roaring across the water. "Dag blamed Navy anyhow. They'll scare off the fish!" He no more than got that out
when a pack of whales surfaced and started spouting off. "Come on Andy, let's go find someplace a little more private like." They headed off to find a secluded spot to drop their lines. After about five miles, they found a little beach, and no one around.
Joe parked the buggy and they jumped out. Grabbing their gear, they headed for the beach. On the way to the beach, he lit a cigarette. He didn't see the rock he stumbled over and almost lost his cigarette. Recovering quickly he made his second big mistake. Just like all the other tourists, Czaretta was sunning herself on the beach. Now it
isn't often that one sees tuna's doing this, they are naturally shy. When he tripped, some of the ashes dropped from his cigarette. Being a gentleman, he blew the residue off of Czaretta. Well, you know the old saying, blow in my gills and I'll follow you anywhere. Joe and Andy headed off ta do some fishing.
Both dropped their lines in the water and settled back for some serious non-fish catching. These two are good at catching cold, catching the bus, and catching hell. But, when it comes to fishing, the only bites they seem to get are the bugs. At least it gets them out of the house. Fishing that day wasn't going that good, there was
too much commotion. A pack of wild dogfish were chasing the carrier. Roverfish, the leader of the pack was telling his buddies, "Thank goodness catfish are freshwater". "Poor Jock. Needed some cash to redo his pad, and hooked up with Freddie the fish. Now the sharks are after him". A quick yelp brought the dolphin police and the chase was on. Andy told Joe they might as well just sit back and watch the show.
Joe agreed and popped the top on the coffee. He had just gotten the first cup poured and Czaretta slapped him upside the head with her fin. "Hey, where's my cup?" "We didn't bring ya one. I thought tuna only drank tea." "Just the ones from British Columbia". Having said that, she grabbed the thermos and slugged the mud down. Well, that put an end to the fishing trip. They threw their gear into the back
of the truck and headed home. As they pulled into the yard, Joe heard somebody talking. They looked in the back of the truck and there was Czaretta, talking on her cell phone. (told ya what happens when ya blow on their gills).
"What do you think you are doing here"? Asked Joe. "Talkin' to my cousin in Spokane. She told me our neighbor just got a call from Starkist." "That's not what I meant!" "Oh, well I gotta show ya how to make decent coffee. That stuff you drink would tie an eel in knots". Now before you ask, you must realize that tuna always come packed with oil or water. Since it was the dry season, Czaretta packed water. And that is how Czaretta took up residence as the chief
coffee maker.
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