Hay, It’s Spring
Once a year or so I buy a bale of hay to use for mulch. Today was the day. I drove over to the hay bale store. A nice woman helped me make my selection. She kept calling me “Hon”. “Now what exactly do you need this hay for, Hon? We only have mulch hay, Hon. Is that okay, Hon?” She calls everybody “Hon”.
I paid for my hay bale and she called over a man named Eddie. She told Eddie I had just purchased a hay bale. He said, “Congratulations!” and extended his hand. I shook it. Eddie told me to drive my car around back of the barn. That’s where the hay bales were. As I headed toward the door, the nice woman who helped me with my hay bale selection called after me: “You enjoy the day, Hon!”