About 45 minutes ago, I was pulling up to my store. I normally open at 0900, but overslept a bit this morning, and was running a little late.
As I pull up to the store, I see an older gentleman (every bit of 80, possibly older) standing near the door, looking at the hours of operation sign, and smoking a pipe.
I park, get out of my truck, and head for the door to open up. As I’m about to inform the gentleman that it’ll be about 5 minutes before I’m open, the following happens.
Old Guy – “Does that Dodge get 60 miles per gallon?” (He’s referring to my pickup, a 2005 Dodge quad-cab with the Hemi engine.)
Me – “(laughing) No sir, I’m lucky to get 18 or 19 on the highway, maybe 13 or 14 in the city.”
Old Guy – “Well, my little Honda scooter gets 60 miles per gallon. You should buy one of those.”
He then takes a long draw on his pipe, smiles, waves, and walks away. No scooter in sight.
It’s going to be a weird day.