#148
For instance, last night at the bar, the one where they have tv’s but they volume is off, and most of the sitting area is outside. That one, where the dogs can be on the patio - sitting there reading my book after a hike on the local mountain, the dog was eating what was left of some tater-tots which is a thing at this particular spot, simple in their crispy-ness, salty-ness, peppery-ness, and these two women sitting nearby were munching on pizza and sipping drinks and one was talking about how:
Her: my husband and I might buy a house in Wisconsin.
Her 2: Like Madison or Milwaukee?
Her: No, outside the city, the countryside, somewhere we can get a house for $260k.
Her 2: But it’s the middle of nowhere.
Her: I’m fine with it if we can rent it.
I’m not sure how that life will end up, but to me and my book and my beer, it didn’t matter much. A few people patted the dog on the head as they left, he drank most of the water out of my glass. I paid, tipped more than necessary (for the barking) and drove home wondering if that lady would get her home in rural Wisconsin? If she’ll remember this evening, telling her friend about it? If she noticed that I had a dog with me? Or if it was just another one of those conversations
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