suspicious + fishy = suspishy

Well, I'm up to an entire $10 on the dock for tips this season. I'm sure the baristas make that in one hour... But oh well, yes, I'm jealous in a way, but moreso outraged.

However, despite my lacking extra pocket change, I do get to talk to some pretty interesting people.

Today, I noticed some aged men standing at the top of the dock, enjoying some beer and commented in a manly, completely-un-flirty-tone, "Umm, yeah, there are no open containers allowed on the dock."

They looked at me shocked at first, and then replied, "Oh really? Well, how about if I give you a closed container?"

I rolled my eyes and laughed, thinking, "Oh, silly old men."

Later, as Leah and I were off-loading some fish from a boat, one of the men came up from behind Leah and grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and said, "Hey! Its you again!"

They stood nearby as we carried the tote with both hands sort of helplessly, when one guy commented, "Hey, are you ticklish?"
-Creepy

Also, today, an awkward women with braces nervously completed the paperwork, making sure to ask all the right questions and get all of the proper information about the processing of her fish. I felt bad, but her braces were hilarious. The woman had to be at least 40, so everytime I looked at her, it kind of reminded me of the "MOLE" guy on Austin Powers. (Hey-BRACES! How are you-BRACES! So would you like your fish processed?-BRACE! BRACE! BRACE!) I didn't want her to know that I couldn't stop staring at her BRACES, but I kept thinking of things like:
"Hey, want me to BRACE you as you get off of the boat?"
or
"Wow, that's a really nice, BRACElet you are wearing."
or
"So when is the BRACE?"
or
"I think you need someone to emBRACE you."
or just...
"BRACES!"