Aug 12, 2009 15:56
Every good story starts in a garden, right? So, I was in the garden weeding since I haven't spent a really good long time weeding in about a month. I noticed there was a mildew being passed around like a cold in a classroom, so I went a while later to the local hardware store, muddied and sweaty from a few hours of herbicide.
I got out of my van and instantly recognized the man who parked his car across the aisle from mine. It was Colin Powell. "Nah, it couldn't possibly be Colin Powell. It's Wednesday morning...he'd have something more important to do, and besides which this man is skinnier than the man I see on tv." He opens the door for me and I thank him and go about my business, secure in my thinking. Finally as I have gathered all of my garden chemicals (and a package of seeds for the fall) I asked the lady at the register if it really was Colin Powell. Like a real McLean resident she responds matter of factly, "Yep. He's a regular here"
"I didn't know he lives in McLean"
No. He lives in Great Falls"
Huh...
McLean, you win again. Every time I feel like I know what's going on, you pull a stunt like this.
and just in case you were wondering, there are enough chemicals in my garden now to keep it from playing baseball at any level for a long, long time ;c)