It wasn't long before a WalMart produce department worker (someone I went to high school with in fact) came over and approached the gentleman. Being the nosy but subtle type I am, I proceeded over to look at the vine grown tomatoes which were across the aisle from the honeydew melons. The tomatoes looked tasty and I'd be able to hear their conversation from there. The worker said "Sir, is that a service dog?"
The man looked at her and replied, "What do you mean?"
"Is that a seeing eye dog?"
"No, it isn't. She's just my dog. Her name is Bessie."
"Well, I am afraid I will have to ask you to take Bessie back out to your car. There are no pets allowed in the store except service dogs," my classmate said.
The man acted a bit miffed but kept picking up honeydews and showing them to the dog, more hurriedly now. "Just a second," he said.
"Sir, you really can't have your dog in here around the produce. It's not sanitary."
"But she helps me pick out my melons. Her nose can tell when they're just ripe enough but not too ripe. I will take her back out to the car in a second."
About this time, Lisa and Evan came and found me. Of course, this whole situation with the man and the dog was pretty funny for me.
So, the only thing that could come out of my mouth when I saw Lisa was:
"Look, it's a Melon Collie, baby!"