Yesterday, a couple drove up on my driveway and said, “We hear you have a commercial mower for sale.”
The blank look on my face assured them that they had been given bad information.
“You’re not Egbert Farms?”
I replied, “Nope. I teach piano and write songs.”
We got to yakking and they mentioned owning horses, so of course, I explained my utter fear of them; they invited me over “any time” because their “horses are friendly.”
Tonight, I tried calling them to explain that I had tracked down the Egberts they were looking for but their phone was busy the six times I dialed it.
The next thing I know, I’m visiting with them and crawling under their fence to pet Pro, one of their three stallions. Go me.
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