 That was my trauma yesterday, FYI. Terrible. Traumatized by a... How weird is that, though? The watermelon gets caught under the shelf, and boom, it just splits it in half right on the checkout lane. It probably meant that it was perfectly ripe and ready to be the best watermelon ever. Like I said, I think it was the most amazing watermelon I picked up. I was just glad it wasn't my fault. You should have got another one, and then you should have said, I'll take the broken one, too. What? No, I'm going to cut the one that I washed that's sitting on the counter for company, and it's going to be lame. Yep, totally lame. Because it didn't look as nice as the first one I had picked. I'm angry about this. No, I'm not.