1. A couple, 50-something, walk in and pick up an old air force jacket.
"Yep, that a nice jacket there. Bought it for about $300 brand new. It's U.S.A. made," George says.
"Forty dollars, huh?" The guy asks.
"Thirty-five and it's yours."
"Now, honey, why would you want that?! I picked it up and looked already and it's all worn on the back," the woman says.
"....."
The man says nothing.
George puffs up like a rooster.
"Lady, that leather is almost in perfect condition."
"No, I know it's not."
"You know?! Lady, I know. My wife did leather working for almost twenty years. Sheesh.... you know.... If you want some leather you know why don't you go down to Wal-Mart and get some of that cheap China leather made by little kids in sweat shops."
"Well, we just might do that."
The man says nothing. George looks at me and smiles real big. He has what I think is a tuna salad (maybe egg salad) with banana peppers sandwich in one hand and a half-finished Odouls in the other hand. The couple walks off toward their Ford F-350 extended cab, diesel sucking blue pick-up truck. George is propped up in his door way and spits, almost like he's marking and guarding his territory.
"Lady, you want a number for a proctologist? Might help ya find ya head. Jeesh," he says, turning to me," see what the wind does to me?! Makes me cranky."
2. George walked into the shop today and farted in the doorway while I was in the process of carrying out boxes to put on the porch.
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