Words no one ever wants to hear!
My walk this morning took me about a mile down the road from Mittry Lake where Li’l Homey is still parked. As I walk, I’m heading south… the sun is to my left. Once the Mittry Lake dirt road ends, I continue onto the paved road where I pass broccoli fields in full bloom. Acres and acres of broccoli. Acres and acres of little yellow flowers. Hundreds and thousands of little bees buzzing the little yellow flowers. And many more of those little bees buzzing the white boxes sitting in the dirt next to the blooming broccoli.
If you could look across the paved street to the left, you’d see the water truck fill-up pump at the irrigation canal; I didn’t take a photo of it. It’s so dry here that a water truck cruises the paved roads watering down the dirt between the asphalt and the crops to keep the dust down. I wave at the water truck driver as he passes me on his way to fill up his truck with water at the water pump. I’m grateful he waters down the dirt – it’s far less dusty that way! I walk down beyond the power pole that’s visible on the left side of the photo above. I turn around and head back north to Mittry Lake.
As I passed the water truck still being filled up with water on the opposite side of the street from where I’m walking, the driver came around the truck to shout “hello” to me (the pump is fairly loud and the water whooshing into the tank makes it louder yet). And then he says, loudly, “You a big lady!”
Well, I’m not really sure what kind of response is appropriate here, because, yes, I’m overweight, and no, he didn’t need to tell me that, I already knew… but I’m not sure what to say! So I do a little wave with my hand and keep on walking, at which point he starts making little pinching motions with his left hand on his right arm and tells me in a loud voice, “I’m scared!” and points past me to the white boxes which are now behind me, and goes back to pinching his arm. And then he says again, in a loud voice, “You a big lady!”
Oh! Oh! I got it! He’s telling me I’m a BRAVE lady! BIG lady – not a large one! Ha!
I say, loudly because the pump and water are still running, they’re bees and I just walk right on by them – they don’t bother me!
He sends me off with another “You a big lady!” and I chuckle, wave, and keep right on walking.
…and I’m still smiling. He can call me a big lady anytime he wants to!