"You don't get many of those to the pound"

I was at the grocery store when a pitch-perfect Benny Hill moment struck out of the blue. I almost couldn't believe it.

 

In the produce section, a tall blonde woman walked from around the corner carrying two giant cantaloupes, one in each hand, up against her chest.

 

Yep. And I looked at her and she looked at me and I looked around and there was at least one other guy staring mouth open at her and the other guy and me both knew at least one of us was obligated by universal law to utter the immortal words reproduced as the title of this post, but neither of us had the guts. She knew it too, I know she did.