So this happens to us in Nucla the other day. I'll set the scene:
Local supermarket, downtown Nucla, Colorado: unkempt bicycle tourist looking over the candy shelf deciding between peanut or plain M&M's. Patty, the cashier, older, dyed jet black hair and the butcher, Tommy, 30-something, white tee-shirt, tattoos, blood-smeared apron discussing Joe who has just left the supermarket.
Patty: Well it doesn't look like Joe is doing that bad
Tommy: Whaddya mean?
Patty: Well, ya know, with that nice new truck of his and all
Tommy: You don't even want to know what I think about that
Patty: Well, that's probably just about what I was thinking too
Possible conclusions (made by unkempt bicycle tourist eavesdropper)
1) Joe's an SOB and has been ever since the 3rd grade, or
2) Joe recently married brother's widow who happens to be rich, or
3) Joe sells meth
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