There are some very interesting neighbors to be had in the country. When I was growing up, the farm next to ours had a sign at the end of the driveway warning, "Kep Out!". No, that was not a typo. On a side note, the farmer has a son who lives down the road. So frugal is he, he doesn't mow his lawn all summer long, because he can usually get two cuttings of hay out of it...ie...two bales of hay over the course of many long bladed months.
My Dad told me this story recently about this neighbor, Sheldon. My Dad had followed his truck into town, when he noticed to his surprise, Sheldon was not alone in his truck. Next to him...and I mean middle seatbelt next to him, my Dad could make out long blonde haired head resting on Sheldon's shoulders. (I mean the hair was long, not the head...just thought I'd clarify). Now, if you'd ever seen this guy, you'd understand his surprise. He's not the type of guy to sweep a girl off her feet and get her to snuggle up next to him in a truck. Interesting.
Some time went by and my Dad again followed Sheldon into town. Again he spotted the blonde cutie right up next to him in the rusty truck. Unbelieveable! How does he do it? For all we knew, he didn't speak to anything more feminine than his angus cows. Hmmm...
Then, at last, the mystery was solved. My Dad spotted Sheldon's truck...this time from the front. The blonde cutie was there, licking Sheldon's face and panting in the sun. Yes, it was a new dog. All I have to say is, I'm sure glad my Dad didn't tell the old men in the barber shop. Can you imagine how many womanly hearts would have been broken for nothing if the misleading romance were whispered about the town? Phew!