I hear they’re going to be starting up with maple syrup production at Drumlin soon, if they haven’t already. Had I known, I would have arranged for a heated cot and an IV drip to be set up under the nearest maple tree. Perhaps I was a little hasty with this whole “seeing other people” thing.
I had planned to ask the Farmer if he could hook me up with some syrup at the last CSA pickup, but he’s starting to smarten up and make himself scarce. So, I tried some of my trademark charm on the other farmer, instead. Let’s see how it went:
Me: So, where is he?
Me: You know who.
Him: Uh…I’m not at liberty to say. (looking over toward the door to the “secret farmer area” in the back.)
Me: He’s hiding back there, isn’t he?
Him: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: I’m not dangerous, you know.
Him: Okay, why don’t you put down that squash...
Me: Don’t make me fake an injury just to get back there. I know that’s where the First Aid stuff is.
Him: You wouldn’t.
Me: Wouldn’t I?
Anyway, whatever, he kindly offered to escort me back to my car. I never got to the syrup question. Is it unusual for farmers to have bodyguards?