:: farmer’s market ::

I bought apples and new potatoes from her.

I wasn’t prepared to commit seven bucks to a watermelon, though.

She had a dog she called ‘Pet’, a Jack Russell that shivered under the tailgate of the pickup truck.

“Well, that’s easy,” I said when she told me his name.

“Yayuh,” she concurred, “it’s a whole lot easier than ‘Petruchio’.”

People continue to surprise and delight me. I never tire of their stories, even the ones comprised of eight words or less.