He was floating down the river in a small row boat, lying down with a hat over his face, and seemed genuinely annoyed when I called out to him.
"What do you want?"
"Caught anything?"
"Son, this isn't a trip about catching anything, this is about relaxing away from my harpy of a wife!"
"Oh, does she know you-"
"I buy fish on my way home to cook for her, now leave me alone!"
I left him alone, never saw him again. Although I wonder how it went down if she found out the river's fish were declared toxic later.
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