On Friday I was at the liquor store when I ran into a boy (now man) who I went to elementary school with. We both did that side eye "I think I know you thing" until it dawned on us how we were acquainted and we decided to say "hello." He looks almost exactly the same as he did in elementary school, except that he is taller, has a scraggly goatee and decided the "aging hippie" look is for him. We did the basic family catch up, and then I asked what he had been up to.
"Oh, well, I'm a farmer," he said.I'm guessing that his crop is best enjoyed with a large bag of Doritos, and is beloved by people in California suffering from "back pain."
"A farmer? Here?"
"No, actually, my farm is in Hawaii."
"Oh, that must be nice," I was starting get suspicious. "What do you farm?"
His answer was excellent: "Oh, you know, whatever I can."
God bless the liquor store. Not only does it provide alcohol, but blog fodder as well. It almost makes me want to drink my wine faster just to see who I'll run into next time...