Jim spent the entire day fishing on a quiet lake, sitting under the blazing sun with his hat pulled low and his patience running out. He tried everything: different bait, different spots, even whispering encouraging words to the water.

Nothing worked.

Not a single bite.

By the time he packed up, he was sunburned, exhausted, and worried about going home empty-handed. His wife had been looking forward to a fresh fish dinner, and Jim didn’t want to admit that the only thing he caught all day was a headache.

So, on the way home, he stopped at a supermarket. He walked straight to the fish counter and said to the salesman, “Give me four large catfish.”

The salesman nodded and reached for them.

Jim quickly added, “Actually, could you throw them at me?”

The salesman froze. “Throw them at you? Why?”

Jim leaned in and whispered, “Because when I get home, I want to tell my wife I caught them.”

The salesman smiled and said, “Sure. But I suggest you take the orange trout instead.”

Jim frowned. “Why orange trout?”

The salesman replied, “Because your wife came in earlier today and said if you showed up, I should tell you to take orange trout. That’s what she wants for dinner tonight.”