What's more carefree than watermelon in the summer? Eating a wedge so big you can't see out the side, splashing yourself with juice . . .
Well, if you're standing outside in 103-degree heat, hoping to buy a watermelon good enough to justify living in whatever hell you do that gets this hot, things suddenly become a lot less carefree. Stakes are high for this watermelon, son!
On a day when it was in fact 103 degrees in the shade, I stood in front of the swimming pool-size bin of watermelons at my supermarket watching people go through their selection rituals. One man insisted that he could tap-and-listen his way to juiciness and, as if to impress the pretty woman next to …
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