Making friends in muck boots

While standing in line at our wonderful, local farm stand (which is open year round), a fellow horseman working at the register commented on my boots. This happened after several days of torrential rain. I told him that after so many layers of clothing had gotten soaked through, I kept extra boots, clothing, and Xanax in strategic locations. Looking up I saw the two women standing in line behind me nodding their heads and laughing.

And people wonder how I make friends wherever I go....