Yesterday, I procrastinated picking up a bale of hay for my wife, who is this years co-chair for my daiughter’s wild west themed school carnival. When I finally got around to leaving my house to drop off some packages at UPS and pick up my wife’s hay, it was 4:15PM.
The trip to the hay place was no big deal, about 25 minutes including my stop at UPS. I arrived at the front counter of the hay place and asked for a bale of hay.
Here is the shortened version of my exchange with the hay lady:
Me: Where do I go to get a bale of hay?
Hay Lady: What Kind?
Me: What kind?
Hay Lady: Yes, what kind of hay would you like?
Me: You have more than one kind of hay?
Hay Lady: Yes
Me: Do you have somthing like a decoration type of hay?
Hay Lady: You mean straw?
Me: I thought all hay was straw.
Hay Lady: Nope.
Me: OK, straw it is.
Hay Lady: $5.27, pull around the side and the hay guy will load you up.
The 9 mile trek back home took about 70 minutes as the traffic inched along at 5 miles an hour. I began to realize that people do this traffic thing every day, and it was especially ironic when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw someone I used to work for in the car behind me. Working at home is good.
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