I drove and dropped him at the door, then went to park. There was a loud couple in their mid 20s ahead of me. She flopped along wearing too big, well-worn cowboy boots with American Flags embossed on each boot. She was yapping to the guy with her about wanting to go to Alaska because it would be so "f**king cool."
I commented, "Cool boots, and I lived in Alaska many years ago."
She wanted to know what it was like. I told her we lived at the end of the Alaska Highway in a remote wilderness town where buffalo and moose meandered down the road.
"F**king cool! I want one! I want a buffalo on my wall, but first I have to get a bigger trailer. Did you make any friends up there?"
"Yes, my neighbor became my best friend for almost fifty years until she died. When our husbands got out of the army and we returned to our home towns we remained best of friends."
"Holy shit?! YOU are one of the original f**king golden girls of Alaska! Me an my grandma used to watch the Golden Girls on T.V."
Her companion asked if I was still married to the soldier. I said, " No, most of the soldiers wives thought their husband's were hot heads."
At the entrance door, he bucked up, spun around and glared. "Nothing wrong with being a hot head!"
I thought to myself, "I'll bet you two are meth heads." But I just smiled and walked through the door which he didn't realize he was holding open. It wasn't his intention to be a polite gentleman. When I said, "Thank you!" and brushed past him he looked confused and had no idea why I was thanking him.
Twenty bucks for a freak story. Not a winner.