Rob writes: "We called it Piglet’s because we saw a dead pig when we were paddling out.”
Despite the near-absurdity of this statement, none of us even raised a brow. A brief collective chuckle for this post-rainstorm Mexican river mouth story, and that was about it. Unabated, this restaurant conversation just kept on going. What would have surely deployed shock and disgust in any other circle was just a simple entertaining anecdote.
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