As you know, Thursdays are my errand day. I now have a detour due to that dastardly roundabout construction by the Devil's Playground. It sends me in a different direction, but navigating through there is not too painful. I just drive along the road beside the Devil's Parking Lot, get back on the main road going a different direction, and go two or three miles out of my way to get back to where I could have traveled through the light for a quarter-mile to get there.
I am in town for a couple hours. Farmer H is usually home before I get back. You know, unless I have groceries to carry in! Anyhoo... he was there when I got home last week.
"I waved at you but you didn't wave back!"
"WHERE?"
"By the bank."
"WHICH BANK? Our bank?"
"No. The other bank."
"Up town by the post office?"
"No. By the pawn shop. That's where I was headed."
"I thought you said the pawn shop closed, and you can't play your fake slot machines there anymore."
"It DID close! But they were selling their inventory, so I went by to get some things."
"I don't even go by there, because of the construction. Traffic is always backed up past the pawn shop."
"I was on the road behind it. Coming up from the Devil's Playground. That's where I waved at you."
"Why would I be expecting to see you THERE? Traffic is crazy, trying to avoid that construction. I was just watching out for crazy drivers."
"Well. I waved at you, and you didn't wave back."
Just to let you know, all the towns connect around here. I drove from Hillmomba over to School-Turn Town, where I avoided the roundabout. Then out to Bank Town. Then back through Sis-Town. And again back to School-Turn Town to return to Hillmomba.
Of course I should have been looking at every red truck just in case Farmer H passed me and waved, right? To point out the ridiculousness of his egotistical expectations, I counted all the red trucks I saw on my way to ONLY Hillmomba on Friday.
It's five miles to Hillmomba. Takes 10 minutes there. 10 minutes back. I'm there around 15-20 minutes, depending on how long the lines are in the two places I buy scratchers. When I got home, I told Farmer H...
"While I was in town buying tickets, I saw 17 red trucks! Was I supposed to look in each one, in case it was you waving at me?"
"Yes. You should of."
Nevermind that two weeks ago, I actually saw Farmer H in SilverRedO, at the stoplight by the Gas Station Chicken Store, coming from Domino's with our pizza, waiting for his left-turn arrow to start home. I was coming from Casey's, and passed through the light right in front of him, waving. He was first in line at the light! Yet when I said he didn't wave at me, he just said...
"Oh. I never seen you."
Even though he was stopped, at the light, and should have been watching the traffic in front of him flowing across the intersection.
It's Farmer H's world.
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