We have already started our trip, by the way.
I'm at my in-laws'. And I love to come here. As I said before, my husband grew up in a small town. We have so many friends here and we all meet at the same bar, with the same friends and order much of the same things every time.
And the stories.. I love the 'small town' stories.
So, we're at the bar and this guy walks in. He greets pretty much everybody, talks to the barman and leaves. Our friends say:
- Did you see A.?
- Yep. What about him?
- Haven't you heard? He spent a night in jail some months ago.
- He did?! What did he do?
- He took a toy gun, covered his face up and tried to rob the bank next to the post office.
- No way! His dad works there!
- I know, that's why they caught him. He walked in and said: 'I have a gun! Everybody down! Oh, except you, dad...'
(They all swear it is a true story. 'See, A. is a nice guy, they told us. He didn't mean any harm. It was April fools day')