In our defense of this orange thievery crime the trees stood behind a run down brick building that looked vacant. What did we know? The trees sat perhaps 3 inches from the bike path so I guess I figured they were ours for the taking.
Through the years I have mastered the art of quickly changing the subject of a conversation when necessary. For example, you and a co-worker are talking smack about your boss. It could go something like this, "Well, I don't know about you but that mandatory meeting on Wednesday is crap. I am not," the boss walks up."So I believe I saw those on sale at Marsh." That's kind of how it went while Jack was being a sweetie and snagging me a couple of oranges. Someone DID live in the building and thankfully I was the lookout and spotted the occupant as he turned the corner. "Hi," I call out to the young man loud enough for Jack to hear me. "Do you mind if we try one or two of your oranges? They look delicious." I could tell immediately he wasn't happy with us. "Sure, ok, I guess but if you want anymore you will have to talk to my sister. She owns this place." "No, no, really we would just like to try one of two." I look over and Jack's pockets are bulging with oranges.Whew!! And to add insult to injury the oranges tasted nasty. Here is a picture of the "very nice" man walking back in to his sister's home.
A few more pictures of the Withlacooche Trail. While we've biked a lot of the trail we haven't yet ridden the full 47 miles.
