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Sometimes you meet interesting people in surprising places...  

RideACowboy3021 62M
94 posts
1/19/2019 12:07 pm

Last Read:
3/27/2020 6:00 am

Sometimes you meet interesting people in surprising places...


I often eat breakfast on Saturday at a small café in a town near my ranch. Lots of us regulars know each other and the staff and owner know us all and BS with us all the time. This Saturday was no exception. I came in grabbed my regular table in the corner placed my order and leaned back to read.

I was reading a selection of short stories by Guy de Maupassant. He was a French author and essayist in the 1880's. He was born in 1850 and died in 1893 of complications of syphilis. In my neck of the<b> woods </font></b>he is not well known... to say the least.

I was about 1/2 way through a story called "Happiness" when a feminine voice said next to me... "oh, that's a good one...".

I turned to find a moderately attractive but well worn 30's something woman looking at my book. She was there with her two and her husband. They were dressed in their farm work clothes and, at about 8:30am, had already been hard at chores for some time.

I replied to her statement; "Yes, it is..."

She smiled an almost wistful smile and then said, "But it's better in French."

I know I raised an eyebrow as I explained to her that my high school French had long since deserted me. She laughed and explained that she had studied abroad in France, come back to the states, met Ben... the quiet, solid, man of the earth now sitting at the table with her. She had moved to the farm, left her books, and culture behind and was happier than she had ever been.

Sometimes my friends... life imitates art... if you wonder why I say that, read the story. Above all, be happy mes amies!!

Save a , ride a cowboy!!


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