The Man Who Wanted to Kill Time.
Lila-the-Pup and I have moved to a new Mexican village for a couple of weeks.
Last night, I met a man from the States who has been living in this village for a long time. He was big and looked as though maybe he had spent time in a few boxing rinks.
He ordered French fries with a loud voice (and I immediately needed some myself) and then asked me what I did for fun.