Louisa Town Relations
When you go shopping with the little blue tripper pouch, often local cash register operators have stories about your, because you come from the place where those little blue pouchs come from. Here is Keegans tale of his and Brittany’s journey into Louisa.
I put in a req for Brittany to take me into town today for some dairy/fences errands.
So, first, we stopped at the Food Lion for treats: “Donuts? Donuts.”
But then on the way out, we passed by this couple, one of whom said “Oh look, young Twin Oakers!” Not in a sort of “Hello! I lived there!” sort of way, but in a “Hey, your hair is sticking up!” sort of way.
So I interrogated Brittany about our appearance, and we determined that we look a little funny. Maybe not outlandish. But off:
I’m wearing a matching red hat and scarf with a naval (?) jacket that I got out of commie last year, some torn up jeans, and poop-stained dairy boots. Brittany says she looks “bag-lady chic.”
Later, at the hardware store, I was getting things rung up, and I said, “I think we have an account with…
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