The conversation I stumbled into at the cafe this morning was a bit unusual, even for this bunch. Gene folds his arms across his chest, leans back, and goes into his Buddha mode. You have to know your target and line up your ammunition. He grins and turns to me for confirmation. Since I missed out on the opener, and have no idea what they're talking about, I mumble something and go back to my paper.
Gene goes on.
Like yesterday afternoon. Six grizzled heads nod understanding. So I very casually mention what a good afternoon it would be for a nap, seeing as how it was too windy to work outside. At least now I know what's going on. At first they act shocked.