A round of watermelon sliced into pie-shaped wedges on a cutting board in the bright summer sun.Discovering too late that a watermelon fruit punch spiked with vodka had accidentally been served to a luncheon meeting of local Baptist ministers, the restaurant's owner waited nervously for the clerics' reaction.

"Quick, man," he whispered to the head waiter, "what did they say?"

"Nothing," replied the waiter. 

"They were all too busy slipping the seeds into their pockets."