Today, I woke up from my nap at my parents' house to find a stranger bartering with my mom to buy/trade for her golf cart.
Turns out that he used to do odd jobs for my dad, so he's not a total stranger. Just an "old peg-legged drunk who's lookin' for some help".
Ummm... yeah. The man had one leg and drove up on a lawn mower.
This is where I come from, y'all. I can't even make it up.
I'm locking the door before I take another nap.