Wisconsinite in California

   I'm not going to say I hate working, because I don't. I'm bored. So I need something to do.

   What I do hate is how much time I'm away from writing. I have tried to write this post for over a week now!

   I get an idea, that I believe is good, while driving around, doing my job, and by the time I get home, I say to myself, "What was I thinking?"

(My sister hates comas)

   I usually just sit down at my computer and start writing whatever comes into my head. Which has proved to be confusing for some of my readers since I am a treble speller and have lousy grammar skill.

(Okay, enough with the bad puns. You understand what I mean)

   Now, I finally came up with a story that slapped me right across my face.

*****

   Yesterday, I was on my usual morning constitution of walking 5 miles a day around a local golf course when I saw someone I haven't seen in over fifteen years. We had a business adventure together which started out extremely well, but after a year started losing money. I pulled out of the project after a squabble we had about his book-keeping skills. We haven't spoke to each other since.

   He was playing golf, and I could tell he didn't recognize me at first, but I knew who he was. So my plan was to keep on walking along without saying a word to him.

   Unfortunately, he must have thought about who I was. He threw down his club and came running up towards me saying, "My friend. What have I done to you?"

   That widen my suspicious eyes. But, I didn't say anything. I didn't have to, because he kept on talking.

   "I purposely ruined our business for a tax loss because my real estate business was taking a big hit after the Great Recession of 2008. If I knew it was going to ruin you, I probably wouldn't have done it." he explained to me. As if this was a perfectly good reason and I would understand.

   I still said nothing, steaming inside, thinking if I should punch the guy.

   Then he said, after an awkward moment of silence, "Here, take this fifty bucks. It's all I have on me. The next time you see me golfing, come out of the woods or wherever you are squatting and I'll give you a hundred."

   I said nothing but took the fifty.

   "Okay," he said. "I've got to go. Look for me in a week or so." Then he goes running off to be with his golfing partner.

   So I went home, got into my Mercedes, drove to a local barber, and got a haircut and a shave!

This is,

Never Judge A Wisconsinite By His Beard

Jim Hauenstein

 

And

 

"Wisconsin cuisine? Is that even a thing?" Sabrina asked.
He smiled. "Have some state pride. You know, kringle, booyah, fish boils, cheese curds. Do you have a favorite?"
Sabrina took a few breaths before responding. "Kringle... and anything with cheese.” - Amy E. Reichert -

 

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