Thursday, July 28, 2011

Po-TAY-to

We hadn't been home for four hours when a shirtless, very sweaty guy that I didn't recognize came knocking on our door.

Sweaty Guy: Heh heh... I just bought some steaks from a guy on a truck. Heh heh... I realized I don't have any potatoes. Can I borrow some? Heh heh....

GDad: [Utterly sincerely] I'm afraid we don't have any potatoes.

Sweaty Guy: Heh heh. OK. [Wanders off to the north.]

I watched him approach a house about a hundred yards away. The people in the house chatted with him for a second, then I saw their open garage door close and Sweaty Guy walked away. GPop and I decided to alert the sheriff.

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