Seen on the Road

Scott's cousin Darren

There isn’t too much traffic on the road where I walk, but there’s enough, especially at this busy time of year. Here’s what I imagine drivers say to themselves when they pass me out there with my doggy friends:

Former employer, now hired man for local farmer: “That girl hasn’t changed a bit in the last 20 years.” (Ha! Wishful thinking on my part; shut up, it's my blog and I'll dream if I want to.)

Farmer rushing to the field: “Bet I won’t see her out here every day when it’s 30-below.”

Darren: “I’ll stop a minute to stretch my legs and say hello so I don’t seem stuck-up.” (He told me, so I’m not imagining this one.)

Stranger: “Wonder if she needs help changing a flat tire or something.”

Woman who lives in nearest farmyard, has four youngsters and works in town full-time: “Wish I had time to go for a walk once in a while.”

Her husband: “Darn, I’ve gotta slow down. Hope that little dog doesn’t run out in front of my truck again.”