"you and ....your huuuusband"????? Really?

I'm taking my sunset walk around the pond & campground when a middle aged white man approaches in a huge dually pick up truck, the kind that tend 2 try 2 run me off the road. But I'm far from my truck & I don't think he's read my "death to racism" shirt or my "are u great yet" cap. & I'm the only person he can just lean out his truck & talk 2.

No, he wants 2 know about camping here. He explains in that Florida drawl that he's about a half hour from here & was checking it out because he thought he'd just hook up the trailer & come camping 2moro. A not-so-much younger silent white womon materializes from the shadows of the passenger seat, long chestnut hair hanging over alert blue eyes & a smile that grows broader as we speak.

He wants 2 know how come the campground is so full. I look around at all the empty spaces & point them out to him but he sadly shakes his head & says he has 2 have electricity & water. All those sites are full.

He wants 2 know if I'm from Florida or Georgia. To his astonishment I say California. That's when he marvels & says "So you & your husband just...."

Of course he doesn't get 2 finish because it's time my incredulity"Husband" I snort. "What would i ever need a husband for?" My snort is echoed from the passenger seat as his astonishment grows exponentially larger.

"You..you...you mean you really drove here without a husband?" He still doesn't get it but his womon companion is now openly laughing - at him.

I tell him I drive around the whole country.. "What, by yourself?". He's gaping now with a little spittle dripping off the left corner of his mouth.

"Sometimes alone" I nod solemnly & then I lie (after all he's not going 2 get an electric campsite & he's incapable of being here without electricity!) "But most of the time with my wife!"

His companion actually hoots, leans over him & the steering wheel & slaps me a high 5 as we silly grin each other. Maybe she's his sister...