I get to the telephone office and the drive-thru was closed which pissed Jack off because the window lady always slips him a treat.
I went inside and there was an older lady, maybe 70-75 years old, in front of me. When she's done paying, she turns around and gets a big smile on her face. "Well hello, Mr Lane!" she says, "I see you got a haircut and cut your beard down short again. It looks very nice, even civilized if I might say so."
"Yes ma'am, about 2 weeks ago," I said. "Thank you for noticing."
"Lordy, it's almost time for my husband to do the same. He won't shave or cut his hair after the beans are in, but when he's ready to plant in the spring he'll cut it all off again." Then she added, "We farm out by you on....." and then named the road I live on. Then she pats me on the arm and wishes me a good day before leaving.
I have no idea who that woman was. Not a fucking clue.
