I was at the feed store, covered in mud and dust, when the guy behind the counter smirked. “You need directions to the gift shop, ma’am?” I smiled thinly. “Nope. Been buying feed here for ten years.” Then he asked if my husband would load the truck.
I was at the feed store, covered in mud and dust, when the guy behind the counter smirked. “You need directions to the gift shop, ma’am?” I smiled thinly. “Nope. Been buying feed here for ten years.” Then he asked if my husband would load the truck.