Jeremy went across the street to get a hot dog from Neil’s cart and while he was over there he asked them if they knew of a girl that walked by every day. Instantly they knew who Jeremy was talking about. Unfortunately they didn’t know much else about my mysterious “Blondie”. Jeremy did tell me though that Neil thought that she was part of the horse show, which surpisingly almost sent me into a panic attack, as the horse show ends tomorrow.

So now the test: if she walks up the street next week we’ll know she lives in Manchester. Jeremy and I are dubious of this Horse Show rumor. For instance, what is she doing in Manchester all day, in the middle of the day? She can’t possibly be working at the horse show if she’s walking around Manchester twice a day, can she?

It still drives me nuts that I can’t just talk to Blondie and get this all over with. Today she walked by on our side of the street while I was right in the window working with a customer. For a moment I wasn’t sure what I was suppose to do, until I realized what an idiot I really am.