So yesterday, I’m lollygagging around the countryside and pull off into a gravel wayside to let a car pass. Instead, the car pulls up alongside mine.
“Hello, I saw you looking at the signs back there! You folks looking to buy a place?”
I’m by myself, driving solo. But I go with it. “Yes … ?”
“That’s my neighbor’s place. I was just looking in on it for him. He’s over in Charleston. Real sad story, wife just got diagnosed with cancer. Real sad. Y’all are from New Jersey?” My license plates are loud around here. “What part?”
I tell him, and he tells me that’s nice.
“Oh, but it’s beautiful down here. What does your husband do?”
“Hello, I saw you looking at the signs back there! You folks looking to buy a place?”
I’m by myself, driving solo. But I go with it. “Yes … ?”
“That’s my neighbor’s place. I was just looking in on it for him. He’s over in Charleston. Real sad story, wife just got diagnosed with cancer. Real sad. Y’all are from New Jersey?” My license plates are loud around here. “What part?”
I tell him, and he tells me that’s nice.
“Oh, but it’s beautiful down here. What does your husband do?”
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