I love watermelon, have loved it all my life. I remember us getting watermelon on the 4th of July, the sound of it as it split open when the knife entered it's skin. Now, that's a juicy , ripe melon. My kind.
There is no way I can lift a watermelon now, at this age, and put it into my shopping cart, haul it up to my apartment and then slice into it. Besides that... I can't eat all of that before it will go bad.
I have the sweetest son-in-law. When he buys a watermelon he get it a little larger than he normally would. When it's cut into, he takes a slice, cuts it up into chunks, puts it in a ziplock bag and brings it to me. He knows I love the stuff and I suspect that he knows he's racking up a lot of points in his favor, too, when he does things like that.