Funny, Not Really

I used to live in a remote area. So, when I saw someone hanging around in my turf, I hoofed it over to see what exactly they were up to. You know, see who that was trip-trapping across my bridge. Never did anyone react like it was unusual for me to pop up with a spatula and dig around in their vehicle. They just went along with whatever I wanted to do. When you are in the middle of no where, there is really nothing to gauge what is acceptable. It seemed pretty reasonable to me at the time. Plus, I constantly needed new people to interview for the blog. Now, I look at this old footage and I just laugh.