Today I was about my normal business, picking up rented supplies from various houses. As usual, had little-to-no contact with any customers... Except for one talkative retired gentleman.
"Pretty fancy truck you have here."
I was crouched over in the truck, attempting to give myself a bad back before I was half his age. "You think so?"
"Well," he looked the truck over, assessing it's merits and drawbacks in a glance, "It has a lot of tie-downs everywhere."
When I think fanciness on a truck, I'm thinking more like a paint-job, or chrome bumpers.
"How 'bout that Indian Summer, huh?"
I looked at the man, snow swirling around him... Ornery smile on his face. "Oh yeah, definitely. Heat wave, real soon."
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