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thursday bus encounter

After my haircut I was walking back downtown and saw a bus approaching. I asked the guy who was waiting if that bus went downtown. He didn't know, but he proceeded to ask the driver on my behalf. When we got on the bus, he was fairly certain that I was from some country in Europe.

I suppose this wearer of ten gallon hats was trying to be polite. I told him that my family was from the Netherlands. The bus became crowded so I never heard the end of his story about the time that he visited on a boat.

I don't remember why this was entertaining or even interesting. But I've typed it, so I'll just backdate this post and be done with it.

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