Yummy yummy! Bill and Ken and I continue our monthly Tuesday night dinner. Here’s what Bill said when I said I’d be taking the bus home:
‘You must think I’m crazy that I’ll drop you off at 9:00 pm, at night, in the middle of freekin no where. Momma didn’t raise that kind of boy.’
Which points up the perhaps inevitable ride mooching scenario. I’m working on that one – attempting to avoid even the appearance of Ride Mooching but also attempting not to be belligerent or stupid. Tricky!