Cara Small
I think sharing a little side story here may be appropriate; One day I was shovelling shit, because I actually like to, and as I was transporting a wheelbarrow full of it out of the pasture the dogs started barking up the driveway. A few seconds later a car pulled up that I did not recognize. We have bails of old hay blocking part of the driveway for target practice, so the vehicle stopped there and I approached as the stranger exited his vehicle. With clipboard in hand he began by introducing himself, "I am so and so with property assessment BC and.." To which I interrupted, "Oh, No thank you. Good bye." He tried to say something else along the lines "So I can assume nothing has changed..." "You may assume nothing. Now good bye." He started on about how everyone has to pay property tax to which I responded, "No thank you. Good bye." He then grabbed his camera and took a photo (I say took because I would have never given him one) while kind of asking for my permission in a round about way. I said, "You are going to have to pay for any photos." He then jumped into his car and backed the 1/4 km out of the driveway. He then informed the neighbor that, "They're kind of scary down that driveway." He was easily one and a half my size. Maybe it was the bails of hay that scared him.
Printed copy · Anthology Volume 4, page 867
