(71) In college, I was too cheap to live in the dorm so I lived in a trailer park off-campus. Granted, I lived in my parents RV (which was the luxury sedan of the trailer park). But I still consider it a cross-cultural experience. I may have been the only person there who had a job and the only person who didn't have a tattoo.I'll never forget one day I was grilling some burgers outside in the middle of the day (no class, no work), and I saw a enormously overweight man breaking up a fight between two enormously overweight women. The guy, who was shirtless by the way, was apparently married to one of the women but was caught in bed with the other. It was the oddest experience. I remember thinking "how in the world did this guy get one girl, let alone two?"
It was a great place though. When my wife and I started dating we planted a garden in the front yard. But when Hurricane Frances came through, the rain just absolutely flooded thing. I had black mold and it was totaled by the insurance company. Before I left I went to dig up the garden I'd planted. It had survived the hurricane, but while I was gone someone had stolen my hibiscus. Yes, a hibiscus. Five dollars at Wal-Mart. Who steals a hibiscus?
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