I’m driving home from work, stopped at an intersection. Across the street, there’s a tobacco shop, with the usual (East Texas) clients: run-down pickups and Cadillacs the age of my father. Coming across the parking lot from a neighboring store, comes another client. He pulls in and parks. What I find odd is the vehicle.

A John Deere Riding Mower! He’s driving this thing, in the middle of town, through acres and acres of pavement! The nearest visible patch of grass was the size of an average storage closet.

I can think of some rational reasons for this, but I’d rather be amused.

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