I was thinking how clumsy and bumbling Jonah seemed. Like if I saw him today, I'd stand back and let him walk past for fear that he might step on my toes or bump into me.
But as foolish as he seemed, God put trust into Jonah. He was God's buddy, a prophet. It's like God just bust out laughing, tassled Jonah's hair, gave him a pat on the back, and said: "You're doing okay..."