On the way home from Mt. Ashland, we stopped for hiking maps/fishing advice. The helpful clerk said: go somewhere else, they're hunters here but not too much fishing stuff. She then cited 4 places we could go instead, including for our fishing license. The best author for guide books: Sullivan, was sold out for Southern Oregon. We did score the equivalence of a Delorme gazatteer.
Our routine is to stop, once a week at Young's organic farm stand for local fruits and veggies and to stop at Albertson's while 1 ginormous load of laundry gets washed at the local lanudramat. ( We still haven't fixed the washer.) We occasionally hit Trader Joe's for grocery splurge. There, a tiny boy scout came up to Judd and asked if he would buy some popcorn goods. Judd said, "no thank you. We just bought some from you last week." (We had eaten a bag of Boy Scout caramel corn just the night before but I had purchased that at the local grocer's from an entirely different lad. So, thinking Judd was confused, I corrected him and said, "No, I got that from a different guy at Ray's." Then, turning to the wee boys scout, "can we see YOUR merchandise?" And while we went back to the car to get our grocery bags, Judd verbally kicked me under the table. He said he knew it was a different guy but this was his ruse for getting out more mercy corn. He accused me of this honesty policy gaff twice in the same week, as just last week, when he was negotiating with the car salesman about how much someone downtown was charging, I corrected Judd again. We're going to have to work out a wink-wink or pull-your-earlobe-if-you-know-you're-lying rule or I could see it happening again. I thought 'honesty was the best policy' but apparently it's not the ONLY policy.
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