How do I know? Because I called them in, that's how.
Yup, me and the Farm Manager were on our way over to de Jongs Farm Store, and right there at the corner in Lake Charles, hard by the Methodist church, there was these two gnarled-up old men. Didn't look like they'd be too long for this world, even under the best of circumstances, but get this; they were UNMASKED and NOT PROPERLY DISTANCED!
Can you imagine? A couple of geezers talking at close quarters, the spittle spraying in all directions... including quite possibly onto my passing car. Well, after Big Doug's presser yesterday, I wasn't taking any chances.
By the time we left de Jongs, you could already hear the sirens in the distance.
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