small town america

i went to home depot this morning to pick up paint supplies with my landlord. i’m in a really unique situation, where instead of having to track down my landlord and wait months for anything to be accomplished, i see mine every day. and every day he smiles and says, “how’s the house? anything you need?” (tip for the day: if ever you can rent from the church… do it!)

while i was waiting at the paint counter, i noticed a slightly funny, slightly familiar, very friendly guy mixing paint. i thought to myself, ‘huh. that guy looks just like mason… haven’t seen him since high school.’ then i looked at the guy’s orange smock, which said: “my name is MASON” in big magic marker letters. no way.

yes way. an old friend from rockbridge county. because the world really is that small.

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