Wisdom

Due to special circumstances (read: a miracle from God), my carpool buddy M and I got to work from home yesterday.  She has an extension to her house that sits sort of in the front yard, and we worked in there.  It's a neat little area, with a window that faces the street.  As we worked, we could hear children playing, and cars driving by, and walkers saying hello to each other.

At one point in the afternoon, we were both deep into work projects.  I kept hearing a noise like someone was talking, but I just blocked it out.  Finally, M snapped me out of my concentration by saying, "Do you hear that?  It's like someone is talking to us."

It was someone talking to us.

A rather shady looking guy off the street salesman was standing in front of the window, waving a clipboard at us, going, "Hello!...hello?...Ladies!...Woo Hoo...Hello?"  If he had been a snake, he would have bit us.  If he'd been, say, a serial killer, well, I wouldn't be writing this post.

So, M goes out to tell him that she's not interested in whatever it is he's selling, and I went back to zoning out on my work project.

A few minutes later she came back in, sat down at her computer, and said the following, in complete sincerity:

"Hmmm.  That man was selling meat."

"Just, you know, plain old meat."

"Out of the back of a van."

"Who buys meat from the back of a van?  I mean, in America?"

"And he had no teeth.  Do you think it's because he eats the meat out of the van?"

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"I told him I wasn't interested."

Then she went back to work.  I surround myself with wise people.