Since Matt went with me to Boise to get my haircut today, I figured I should make an equally gender-bending personal sacrifice and so I went salmon fishing with him tonight. He didn't end up catching any fish and, to add insult to injury, had to share the fishing hole with a total freaking moron. This guy showed up, flicked his cigarette into the river, and without even asking if Matt minded, threw in his line and started fishing. (That's bad river etiquette. No one would think of denying someone a spot at a hole, but you always ask first.) Then he started talking. And talking. He must have taken Matt for a novice or something, because he started dispensing helpful little tidbits like, "You've got to get the bait right there near their mouths." No shit? Really? God, and all this time we've been thinking you were supposed to aim for the anus.
Despite little gems like that, he didn't catch any fish either. So nyeah!