I am currently sitting at the laundry mat washing my running gear.
There currently is a man talking to himself.
I am eavesdropping. Um, so far the conversation is about lawn mowing and India. But I just went a step beyond listening. I was my typical self and had to ask a probing question.
Me: so how is your week going?
Bubba: it goes in spurts. But Americans have it so good. In India they sleep upright. The reason why they do not fall over is because there are like 30 people in a room.
Me: what were you doing in India?
Bubba: I haven't been in India before. I JUST KNOW.
Me: Oh.....
Bubba: don't tell on me I have beer in here. Want to drink with me?
Me (totally lieing and would never fool a monkey's uncle): um, I don't take from strangers...
Bubba: you're a smart kid. I wouldn't take from me either.
I WANT MY CLOTHES TO BE DONE NOW!!!!
Laughing out loud in Caribou. How does this happen to you?
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