After I met Steve O, Patrick and I were counting how many people arrived to the bar drunk. For a while it was two out of three. Quickly though, we realized most people coming in sober. After all, it was only 7 PM. The next lady rolled up with high heels and short Jean shorts and a huge fluffy top. She was probably about 63. She finished her cigarette and greeted Hercules. She was talking about how dogs are spoiled. And especially so when you come home from the bar - drunk. "You know, you come home from the bar drunk and all they want is ham." She went inside the bar and greeted a friend and a few minutes later she came out with what I thought was a treat. It sounded like what hit the ground was a piece of plastic. She walked back inside abruptly. I walked over to the end of the table and saw a big round knot that looked like a treat. It was a bit odd, so I kicked it. Sounded like plastic. I reached down and picked it up. I realized it was a round piece of fake plastic poo. No joke! She walked out of the bar a few minutes later laughing. She said "did I get you?" I promise you, I'm not making this up! This all happened at the same bar on our first night of the week camping on #PineIsland. #phelpsglampingadventure