I once found myself with some time to kill in Tampa, so I wandered to a public park with a beach to sit on a bench and people-watch. The demographics were reasonably even -- black, white, hispanic in adequately proportional numbers.
The place was well maintained and had a number of big paved gazebos with permanently-fixed grills for families to either rent or fight over (it wasn't clear which) and sure enough there were black families overflowing a couple of them. They were every bit as noisy, messy, rude and annoying as you'd expect of typical ferals.
I was watching from a bench far away enough that I was free to watch people without being bothered. There were plenty of people on the beach, sunbathing, swimming and goofing off. I was enjoying the relative calm, and then the craziest fucking thing I've ever seen happened right in front of me.
A black woman came strolling lazily from one of the overrun gazebos carrying a full-size watermelon, and calmly walked out onto the beach and into the water. She carefully gauged the tide for a couple of minutes, then bent down and partially buried the watermelon in the sand where the water would gently wash over it but not actually carry it away. She turned and walked back to the gazebo, leaving the melon half-buried to take its bath. Mind you, this was a crowded beach and a good number of people saw her do this, and nobody thought it was weird or moved to stop her or recover the melon.
A few minutes later, two black kids (one in his teens and the other probably 8 or 9) came strolling along from elsewhere in the park (it was a long beach), noticed the melon and stopped to investigate. They looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, then promptly dug it up and briskly walked away with it (going back the way they came). A few minutes later, they brought it back, reburied it in the same spot again and carried on walking down the beach.
About half an hour after the watermelon had first been buried, its owner (?) finally came back, dug it out, picked it up, inspected it briefly then walked back to her gazebo carrying her prize. It vanished into the crowded gazebo and its fate after that remains unknown.
The only explanation I could ever come up with for this was that she was trying to cool down the watermelon. But it was summertime, and the water wasn't exactly cold. Even a crappy styrofoam cooler with some ice dumped in it could achieve lower temperatures than this water did.
What in the actual fuck?