This morning Kent and I headed out to pick up our car that had been worked on yesterday. As we were tooling down the road, just enjoying the fresh air blowing through the windows, we got behind a large tractor. I think it was a tractor with a hayrake. When we got to the stop sign at the junction, I gasped and said, "No one is driving that tractor!" I could see the seat, but there wasn't any head sticking up out over it. The only thing I could think of was that a VERY short person, like a 5 year old, was driving it.
Kent looked at me in disbelief and replied, "Laurie, that tractor is on a trailer." And, well it was! It was on a trailer and being pulled by a black truck."
So we giggled a bit.
Then, Kent looked at me again and said, "You know those plants in a little rectangular pot that are on Ashley's back porch?" (Ashley owns Loma Linda, which is where Kent is a maintenance/grounds keeper). "You mean those succulents?" I asked. "Yep," he replied, "Ashley called me over to look at them yesterday." Then it hit me, Kent was probably watering them 3 to 4 times a week, and they only need it once a week at most. I gasped again.
But, it gets worse.... "You have been watering them too much," I said. "Yep, way too much. They are artificial plants!"
Ashley was wondering why the pot was rusting out. Now she knows.
Now we weren't giggling, we were roaring, and gasping again, but this time for air.
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