The other day at work, we had a rather unusual visitor. He came by, ate his lunch, then took off, leaving the leftovers behind where he had eaten. Yet, for some reason, everyone was thrilled (and only one or two were slightly grossed out).
The next day, while driving home, I saw the same fellow alongside the highway. My boss was disappointed I didn’t offer him a ride.
Yet another advantage to living in Cow Hampshire…
(Note: I got even closer with my camera, but the damned thing was set on “indoor” and all I got were blurry blobs. These pictures were taken by my colleague Anna.)