Properly Coated

Jun 30, 2008 2:13 PM

My mail carrier pulled into the yard a few days later and honked. That always means there's a package that won’t fit in the mailbox. As I came over to see what it was, Pat smiled and handed me a big box. “Hey, Jeff, it must be a BUNCH of goat socks!” He listens to The Big Show each day on his route, so he heard my appearance on the show when we talked about goat socks, as well as several other mentions of them before and since. After one of those incidents, I put a brochure from Ada in the mailbox for him. When he handed the box to me the other day, he said rather enthusiastically, “Man, I gotta order some of those socks!”

Call him what you want, but make sure astute is toward the top of the list.

I had a hunch what was in the box from Austin’s Mohairs. A little Exacto knife work revealed my hunch was correct. Ada had granted me a pass on the standard color for her business. She didn’t think I’d be as wild about purple as she is. She went with something a bit more understated. Ada knows farmer fashion, and she hasn’t even read this story.

I had a photo taken for her of me as a walking billboard. My shirt was from Clint Eastwood’s restaurant in Carmel, the hat was from the French Dip place in LA, and the coveralls could have been ordered with the name of my own vet clinic on them if I owned my own vet clinic.

Oh, the item from Ada was personalized appropriately, too, as only she would. On the back of the jacket was a huge illustration of a long-haired, long-horned goat. On the front was the identification:

Jeff

Guy No. 2

Did I ever mention she’s a character? I have no idea why we get along so well.

Guy No. 2