I’m halfway across town. Al always comes over unannonced and starts asking weird questions. Just the other day I was putting away my groceries and Batty Al asked where I had been. I said, “Obviously the grocery store.” But he just wouldn’t get the hint and go away.
Then he starts asking weird questions like, “Did you hear cows when you where by the milk?” and “Did the produce mister remind you of a rain storm? It does me!”
I don’t know what the hell he was talking about. Does he think the toilet paper section smells like poo or something? You always expect him to finish his comments with a loud, “Yuck, yuck, yuck!”
He followed me in the house while I’m putting away the groceries. H he noticed my artificial Christmas tree in the corner and asked me where I had cut it down from and slaps me on the back real hard. Geesh, what a goon. Why doesn’t this guy leave me a lone. I hear he’s been writing stories about me, too.
Tags: artificial Christmas tree, Batty Al, Buzz, Crandall, From Just Down The Road, My Side of the Story, Waseca
