As soon as those guys dumped the sack, people came out of nowhere to buy fish. And there was plenty. Something to everyone’s liking was down there. Heck even from way up where I was, I could spot something that made my mouth water. Hard to not see that delicious, thick hunk in those white shorts and mesh tank. YUM!!!! Forget the fish…how much are YOU a pound????
As I stood playing spy and taking pictures of that meal in white, someone taps my elbow.
“Hi. Excuse me. Hi Miss. Ramemba me?”
I turn, back up a little and stare into his confident eyes. I don’t have a clue who this person is.
