Only In Sumner

Called up my mother on Tuesday and suggested she meet me in Sumner, Washington (State) for lunch.  Now Sumner likes to bill  itself as the rhubarb capitol of the world ... mind you rhubarb as two different meanings in the English language ...

So, after a bit of a fiasco of my mother trying to tell me to find her in Sumner because she is on the street parallel to Main Street - which is three miles long ... I finally found her and we went for lunch at a place called the Berryland Cafe.  Mind you, there was nothing on the menu having to do with any form of berry.  Hmmmmm.  What they are most noted for is their rhubarb pie, which was good, but not outstanding.  Then again, it has been years since I have had any rhubarb anything!  So it was great!

Sumner has several small antique shops, so we went on tour.

But, first, I am stopped by a man on the street asking me if I had lunch yet.  I replied yes.  He replied, "Too bad, I just ate at the Buttered Biscuit and they had the best sausage and gravy biscuits.  It was OMG!!!!!"  He is waving his arms around to show the size of the portions and how great the biscuits were and the gravy !!!!!!!!!  I am thinking 'heart attack!' but he is describing ecstasy ...  I left him holding on to a light pole, breathing hard and muttering he had to have seconds.

And people kept stopping me and saying 'Hi', really friendly folk and a bit of the mid-west in Washington State I guess.  Lots of comments about my brace and leg.  Well, there is no way to hide it, I can only wear shorts or a dress I guess.  But thankfully for a change no one started telling me about the ingrown toe nails and how they were in a walking boot for weeks recovering from that one.  Sigh.

Finally I made it to a shoppe, went in and looked at lots of over priced stuff.  Of course, mother is a non-stop running dialogue of what is wrong with everyone's pricing and identifications.  I hate customers in a shop.

Then onto a second shoppe and I found a nice Papago Indian basket from the 1970's grossly under priced, so I bought it.

Parted with mother and started the hike back to my car across a parking lot.

A brown truck pulls in, stops, an 80 something year old man slides out, walks over to a big white pick up from California, pops the gas cap and and proceeds to pee into the truck's tank.  Now, I am not one to complain if someone wants to pee into a California gas tank, but uhm.......  Oh yeah, so then he notices me and gets all embarrassed.  I slow down to allow his embarrassment to ripen.  He lights a cigarette - I hop out of there faster than I have moved in years!

Yup, only in Sumner is entertainment abounding ...