Somemore Driving Around
I've been driving. This week has been spent cruising around the back roads of Cana, Virginia while my wife collects insurance premiums. It's a small town on the North Carolina border up the road a piece from Mt. Airy.
Last summer when they were in season we would stop at a patch of grass along Willis Gap Road and buy peaches from several ladies. I don't know if you've ever had white peaches because they don't travel well but they are sweeter and juicer than the yellow one usually found in groceries. These two or three women had them for 8 dollars a bushel. Wanda used them to learn the fine art of canning. Then later in the season stop at the same spot and buy apples from an oldtimer named Glen.
Well, imagine our surprise when one of the addresses we were to visit was none other then Glen's, the fruit guy. Driving by the grassy spot which last summer were covered with boxes of peach's and apples we drove up the drive and were greeted by the same German Shepard as last summer. And Glen came to the door. It seems the policy was on his nephew and was paid by his sister who lived "down in the holler by them pine trees". After getting directions we were off down the "holler". "hit's that big brick house up on the hill". Stopping at the first big brick house up on the hill Wanda knocked at the door.
A very nice lady who never did put down the phone or the cigarette started with, "Now listen to what I'm going to tell you" and proceeded to give directions to the next big brick house up on the hill. We never did find it... that day.
Since it was getting late and we were headed in the right direction for Villa MacBean and we had to be at church at seven we came home.
Wanda called, the lady said, "I saw ya' go by yesterday and knew ya' were lost". We weren't lost, we just couldn't find her. Got the address, found the big brick house up the hill and of course it turned out to be one of the ladies we had encountered buying fruit.
"Now she SAYS she's in her nineties" was the reply when we mentioned one of the other ladies at the fruit stand who Glen had told us of her age. Where else in this world would woman lie about her age to make herself older?
We collected the premium which she was paying on her mentally challenged 40 year old son who came in and got two dollars while we were there. A little while later we found him hitchhiking down the road towards Mt. Airy and would have given him a ride but for our two seater Toyota Celica (Yes, it has back seat but can only accommodate small children). I told him, "we're gonna tell your mamma on you". He replied, "I don't give a s**t".
Last summer when they were in season we would stop at a patch of grass along Willis Gap Road and buy peaches from several ladies. I don't know if you've ever had white peaches because they don't travel well but they are sweeter and juicer than the yellow one usually found in groceries. These two or three women had them for 8 dollars a bushel. Wanda used them to learn the fine art of canning. Then later in the season stop at the same spot and buy apples from an oldtimer named Glen.
Well, imagine our surprise when one of the addresses we were to visit was none other then Glen's, the fruit guy. Driving by the grassy spot which last summer were covered with boxes of peach's and apples we drove up the drive and were greeted by the same German Shepard as last summer. And Glen came to the door. It seems the policy was on his nephew and was paid by his sister who lived "down in the holler by them pine trees". After getting directions we were off down the "holler". "hit's that big brick house up on the hill". Stopping at the first big brick house up on the hill Wanda knocked at the door.
A very nice lady who never did put down the phone or the cigarette started with, "Now listen to what I'm going to tell you" and proceeded to give directions to the next big brick house up on the hill. We never did find it... that day.
Since it was getting late and we were headed in the right direction for Villa MacBean and we had to be at church at seven we came home.
Wanda called, the lady said, "I saw ya' go by yesterday and knew ya' were lost". We weren't lost, we just couldn't find her. Got the address, found the big brick house up the hill and of course it turned out to be one of the ladies we had encountered buying fruit.
"Now she SAYS she's in her nineties" was the reply when we mentioned one of the other ladies at the fruit stand who Glen had told us of her age. Where else in this world would woman lie about her age to make herself older?
We collected the premium which she was paying on her mentally challenged 40 year old son who came in and got two dollars while we were there. A little while later we found him hitchhiking down the road towards Mt. Airy and would have given him a ride but for our two seater Toyota Celica (Yes, it has back seat but can only accommodate small children). I told him, "we're gonna tell your mamma on you". He replied, "I don't give a s**t".
posted by The MacBean Gene at 10:40 AM
2 Comments:
Too bad you can't teach those people about direct deposit, so you don't waste time driving for a premium...everyone here does it that way with most bills - utility, telephone, mortgage, and even paychecks. No one posts bills in the mail, it's all electronic.
Ther are some of those people with direst deposit, Bomita. But some people up here don't even have bank accounts. It's not as bad as it seems, Wanda does get paid a good percent of what she picks up.
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