my neighbor Smitty, the massage therapist, was outside this morning when I was leaving. we were both warming up our cars and I waved hello. he shouted something back and we had the awkward, “huh? what?” exchange before I walked over. “every time I look over there you have a different car!” he commented laughing. I agreed. he liked the Subaru of course, he has a permanent ad in the Ozark Natural Foods paper every month and if there is one thing I know it is that the hippies like their Subarus! I told him who knows what I’ll be driving next month, while thinking that Ben better not sell that car. I love it, my hippie insides are warmed when I see it. I like Smitty, he’s always laughing and smiling. maybe I’ll cave in and ask him for a massage but only if Ben is home. but how to bring it up… if I call him- that would be strange. “hi, I’m your next door neighbor…” or walking over and knocking on the door, “hey, can I get a massage?” or the best idea, shouting over to him when I see him in the mornings. maybe it’s just not meant to be.
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Madison
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Sarea