I think I figured it out. When did the world get so darn crazy?

Seedless watermelons. They are the culprits.

In the good old days, we would sit on the front porch on a hot summer day and eat watermelon in the afternoon. We’d talk about all sorts of things, even things we disagreed upon. But nobody got their underwear in a wad over it.

Why? Because we were concentrating on spitting the watermelon seeds out and seeing who could expel one the greatest distance. We would silently nod to acknowledge an extraordinary effort and continue eating and talking to one another.

Now a days our lives are filled with seedless watermelons, a whole different ballgame. We lost our communal seed spittin’ time.

Who knew?