Suffer From Water(melon) Damage

(I am 17 and I live/grow up with my uncle. I get off work and see the farmer’s market is selling watermelons. When I get home I cut it up and put it away for dinner. My uncle nor I have cellphone, as he says the house phone is enough.)

Uncle: “Hey. [My Name], I bought a watermelon and strawberries.”

Me: *pulls out bowl of watermelon and shows it to him*

Uncle: “Um… well… then, we will give this to Mrs. Johnson across the street and we are both going to get cell phones tomorrow.”

(I thought my uncle was joking but he really did get both of us cellphones! And the little old lady across the street enjoyed the watermelon!)