Crabby Neighbors

I am walking the neighborhood with my son. I’m eating a Terry’s chocolate orange, and he is eating a chocolate raspberry. We come to a house where a woman is outside with her young child. We stop to talk. Her husband is a farmer, and I tell her about my husband’s family, the connections we have to farming. She seems nice at first, but it soon because obvious that she’s no longer interested in our company. Yet I can’t seem to stop talking or make myself leave. Eventually we walk away.