"B" is for Bubba, not his real name, but the one he goes by. He and his buddy Roger became regular customers of mine, back when I was working nights at a local pharmacy (about a year ago). Then, with recognition, came the random sightings at grocery stores and the post office. When I quit working nights, it was Bubba who offered me a day job at the car lot with him.
Recently, I ran into Bubba while grocery shopping. He was picking up some treats to take over to his ex-wife's place ( the one he complained didn't like boating thru the swamp or getting her hands dirty)-- they had recently decided to be friends ( I didn't ask for clarification) He asked if I was still married, as if that is one of those things that could change overnight. He seemed somewhat disappointed when I told him that I was. He told me that he and Roger were moving down to Florida to sell RV's and that if anything should ever change with my husband, or if I ever just needed an RV, that I should be sure to call him ( not Roger). He then handed me a business card.
I learned three new things about Bubba in this moment. Before now, I never realized that Bubba has an actual, normal name like James. Secondly, that his last name was a derivitive of one of my own family surnames, thus rendering him a possible relative somewhere down the line. And most interesting to me, the card he gave me said he is a carpenter and a missionary of sorts.
I'd have to check out that relative thing ... and there is the issue of age... but, I guess maybe, if I really NEEDED an RV . . . ?
(my husband has a point to worry about me ever leaving the house without him at my side... it is miniscule point, barely visible and not a federal case or anything-- but still, he isn't as completely off base as I like to pretend he is...)