Country Life Redux
Living in the country is weird.
I’m out walking the dog early on a Sunday evening and I pass my neighbour from down the road standing by his truck.
I throw him a wave, hoping he’ll see I have headphones on and won’t try to start up a conversation.
It’s then that I realize that he can’t wave back – he’s loitering behind his truck to conceal the fact that both of his hands are busy keeping his pants dry while he relieves himself.