At lunch today in Unionville, my friend sat so she could keep a close eye on her truck bed, where she had stowed a brand-new, in-the-carton Husqvarna weed-whacker that she was returning to Lowe's.
At one point during lunch I noticed her peering suspiciously out the window. I turned around to see a group of people getting into their car somewhat near her truck.
"They really don't look like criminals," I protested.
"A new weed-whacker can turn ANYONE into a criminal," she said darkly.
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