David has an upcoming fishing trip planned for the weekend, but who knows what weekend. These guys, four of them, change their plans almost every day. First they were going to leave for the coast on Saturday morning. Then the fishing trip was cancelled. Then it was on again for Saturday. Then for Friday night. Now they want to leave Friday afternoon. Fuck it all to Hell and back already. Just fucking leave! These guys do this every year in November. Constantly changing the date. They're worse than women trying on dresses.
Anywho, I worry when they go fishing because when they go it's all day and most of the night. They catch redfish, the occasional trout, and bass, but also catch sharks and have come across an alligator or two. Besides catching fish, David lost his cell phone once, his wallet, lucky fishing hat, been hooked by his own lures at least four times, hooked by his buddies lures countless times, lost a fishing rod and expensive reel to a shark that almost jumped into the boat. They have lost the keys to the SUV only twice so far and had to have the wife drive down with the extra set, had the SUV towed to a dealer to get a key made the second time because the guy didn't want to hear shit from his wife again. Goddess only knows what fiascos will happen when they go fishing out on the coast this time. All I can say is that I worry. A lot!