The Lubricator and I drove down to a little mountain town for supplies and decided to walk the outdoor flea market. He had been fishing a few times and wasn't catching anything. I would have used canned corn (is that legal bait?) but the Lube was using a little spinner and it wasn't catching any fish. He wanted to look for some wiggle worm lures.
While I was across the aisle admiring piggy pot holders and little gingham dresses so your dish detergent bottles don't have to sit on the counter naked, I saw W4D browsing a table run by two middle aged women. Their booth was loaded with fishing lures and baggies of plastic worms in all colors and sizes. The Lube had a bag of long black worms with blue sparkles in one hand and a bag of short motor oil worms with purple sparkles in the other. He called me over and held both out.
"Flaurella, do you prefer a long one or a short one?"
I rolled my eyes at the ladies behind the table and we all smirked and then cracked up. None of us could believe that a man had actually voiced that question. I was laughing so hard I had to walk away. W4D just stood there with a confused look on his face wondering why I didn't answer his question.
When I got around to opening the bag of "worms," two days later this is what I found:
I gather W4D was planning on catching some really large fish. These creepy salamander lures are 8 inches long. At least he knows what size I like.