“It was the usual for Monday,” she said. “I had to circle the block three times to find a parking space near the town board.”
“I’m just glad it was you and not me,” I said.
“Speaking of circling the block,” she said, “I took the shortcut home and passed Mario’s house. He has a sign out front that says, Boat For Sale. I wonder what’s up with that.”
“A boat? Mario has never owned a boat. The most expensive thing he owns is that old weedwacker he uses to cut our grass.”
When I went into town to pick up lunch I drove by Mario’s. Sure enough there was a sign that said, Boat For Sale. It even had a price. $175.”
Mario was sitting on the front porch and he said, “Hey, Mr. Dennis. What’s up?”
“I saw your sign that says Boat For Sale,” I said.
“Yeah, I got to raise money for child support for my other woman’s baby,’ he said. “The judge said so.”
“Tell me about the boat.”
“I gon’ sell de boat for $175.”
“I might be interested,” I told him. “Tell me about it.”
“Well, I got one weedwacker for $125.”
“What about the boat?”
“I got a bicycle is $50.”
“Mario, I never heard of you having a boat. Are you sure you even have a boat?”
“Yes, Mr. Dennis. I got a weedwacker and a old bicycle and dem boat for sale.”