I Wish I Had My Fishing Pole

One of the funniest things that happened several years ago, occured in Ft.Bragg, Ca. My then, new husband took me a trip to the ocean. While there I guess the fishing bug bit him because he began to whine consistantly about how he should have brought his fishing pole. I suggested he run into town to buy one, but that was totally unexceptable. Apparantly his pole was the only one that could catch fish. So we continued to walk up and down the beach collecting shells and star fish.The whole time he was complaining he didn't have a fishing pole. He was really starting to get on my nerves with his constent whining about the stupid fishing pole. Apparantly, he was getting to God as well. About the hunderdth time of complaining, "I wish I had my Pole" a huge wave came in and literally dropped a fish across his feet. Without thinking I said, "God said to tell you, there's your dam fish. Now shut up and enjoy the view." The rest of the day was quiet and uneventful.