Yesterday I was with Mom down at the Big Red Barn in Santaquin, picking up some apples for Dad. As we stood in line, I noticed that the lady in front of us seemed to know the cashier and they were gabbing and catching up. I didn't really pay any attention until I overheard the following:
Cashier: "So, where are you living now?"
Lady: "Rwanda. In Africa."
... !!!
That's just not something you expect to hear in middle of nowhere Utah, I suppose.
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1 comment:
Perhaps because I'm FROM Utah, it took me a little while to realize that overhearing conversations much like this one is totally normal here in Brooklyn. Totally normal, and totally awesome.
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