I witnessed an interesting exchange yesterday. A woman from the next building was having a heated "discussion" with her boyfriend about something she found in his car.
He was trying to convince her by swearing over and over that he didn't know how it got there and, "It might be my Mama's." Yeah, right! I was dying to know what she found but thought it prudent to continue on my walk without asking.
If he managed to convince her that whatever it was, the incriminating article really did belong to his Mama, he should be able to make a fortune selling snow boots in Hawaii!
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