Compressed air, corn on the cob and farewell to 2 partners

 Some fun at the store Friday. First of all two old-timers in front of me checking out with what looked like a season's worth of food for their gold claim. They were amusing enough, but the laugh came when the young guy checking them through lifted an ear of corn, went to his books apparently to find the price, but in frustration he eventually held it up and asked, "What is this?" I laughed right out loud and so did the sourdoughs.

Adding to the fun at the store that kid carded me (at the age of 80) for the purchase of a spray can of compressed air (AIR for crying out loud). When I laughed and asked if you could get high on compressed air he launched into an authoritative explanation of what the high was like. I shushed him for fear a boss would hear and fire him on the spot.

      This all was in the process of selling my two chainsaws, a sad parting kind of like selling family members.

     I have always had trouble starting those two chainsaws and used the compressed air to clear a cylinder after I had managed to flood it. By the time the guy hoping to buy them showed up I still hadn't managed to start either one. He asked if he could try while I ran back up to my apartment for something. By the time I got back he had both of them running. Whew! I didn't know whether to be happy or embarrassed but the money in my pocket tempered the quandary somewhat.