Husband was at it again, he'd bought an item on Craig's List, used it for a job, then decided it was taking up too much room, and decided to sell it. I happened to be outside when the couple came to look at the item, and the gal just stood outside and stared at the neighbor's cows.
I swear, the conversation went like this:
"Your place is so BIG."
"Well, the cows are on the neighbor's place, but yes, we have a few acres."
"But there is so much SPACE."
(And I joke not, the emphasis was how she was speaking.)
She then commented on my tulips, I commented on the fact that they had survived the deer.
"YOU HAVE DEER??!?!!"
I was beginning to wonder where she came from, and so casually asked if they'd driven far. It turned out they were from Portland. I am wondering if they had ever been OUT of downtown Portland, the way she was talking.
It was a very unique talk... Well, now that I say that, no... No, it wasn't.
A few years ago, I had a van full of Jehovah's Witnesses come to my house where I used to live, and they caught me cleaning out the hen house after a vacation. I knew who they were (one of the ladies is a friend of mine, and is continually hoping I will 'see the light'), and so I just said hi, and sorry, but I am cleaning, if you want to talk, go ahead. There was a new lady, and she was just standing there, staring off into the trees. After a minute or so of dead silence, and a hand full of well-well-WELL aged eggs, (those hens were good at hiding, and pecking, eggs) I look up, wondering if she'd left. She was quite literally open mouthed. Concerned, I asked if something was wrong. She started, then looked at me, and said, "It's so beautiful here! How can you stand it, I would just be looking up at the trees all the time!" I chuckled, and raised the bag of fragrant eggs, and said, "yes, it's lovely, but I have little reminders to look around once in a while..." Then went to dump them in the trash. When I returned, she still hadn't talked to me, and I think it irked the rest, as another one came out and shoo'd her back to the van.
So I guess I can say the views where I've lived can stop traffic. At least foot traffic, anyway. And it makes me happy. Even if I wonder about where some of the folks come from that haven't ever seen that much space. More's the pity for them, I guess...