“Psst, hey Corey.”
“Yes tractor?”
“Come over here and give me a cuddle.”
“Seriously? Right here in the parking lot in front of — no I can’t –”
“Come on man, look how cute I am, all scrunched in with the big normal vehicles.”
“Maybe just a photo for now?”
“Oh — alright…yeah yeah that’s cool, no a photo’s better, yeah definitely, yeah. I was just joking about that cuddling thing…”
“Well, I know you weren’t, but it’s all good. Maybe next time. Take care tractor.”
“Later man.”
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Good one Corey! I guess this is in your neighbourhood which is more rare than normal! But in the south during the harvest the tractor takes over all the roads and villages. You could check out http://thefrenchway.wordpress.com/2010/10/01/vintage-rally-provence/
Thanks for the link John. I think I’ll try to be part of this fall’s wine harvest somehow. Seems like a cool experience!
You know you’re from Maine if…you hear a tractor calling your name for some cuddle time. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist)
I do have to say it is a very cute little tractor.
I was just blaming this odd post on questionable creative judgement, but now I like the idea of using the Maine excuse instead, thanks! I’m happy to see you guys are willing to go with the flow when I get a bit out there sometimes :)