Small Town

Driving down Main Street (Coast Highway), I pull up next to a crazy-macho-tricked-out-red-truck. We both reach the stop light and I can tell right away it's a hot Marine; they're EVERYWHERE in this town. He glances over and catches me staring. Our eyes meet and he yells,

Him: Hey! What are you doing.

Me: (yelling back) Going to Wal-Mart!

Him: You gonna be around? I'll call ya later.

It's my newest "friend", Randall, a Marine Sargent I've blown about 4 times. Friendly faces everywhere! That's life in a small town!