Folks around Winters
by Donald K. Sanders
The folks living around my hometown of Winters, California sure are nice. They’re probably the nicest people on this planet. That’s not just my opinion either. Everyone I meet in the market or gas station is always smiling and telling jokes. Some of their jokes are pretty funny too.
The other day I was trying to get my gas card to work so I kept swiping it through the reader, over and over. Under my breath, I cursed in a low tone while knocking and pounding on the machine, trying to get the darn pump to work. A friendly fellow at the pump next door asked if I needed help. I surely did.
The friendly fellow came over, I handed him my card, and he swiped it through the machine, which started humming and sprang to life.
“Thanks,” I said.
“No problem,” he replied as he walked back to his truck at a nearby pump, got in, and drove away.
My gas card was still in his hand when he waved goodbye. I guess he forgot to give it back. He’ll probably send it to me in the mail.
Yesterday, I was at the Winters Putah Creek Nature Park pulling Johnson Grass when a quad motorcycle came out of the bushes on the other side of the creek. I was going to wave at them but when they saw me, zoom, they were gone man. There were three people on the quad. A bald-headed guy, a young teenager, and a little baby boy.
I was thinking they probably didn’t see me or they would have stopped to say hello. I was kind of concerned about the way the bald-headed guy didn’t seem to care about the little baby’s welfare too much. Every time they hit a bump, old knobby head had to grab the kid to keep him from flying off into the weeds.
I was told that the same quad, along with another one, raced through the park with a Fish and Game warden racing right behind them. I guess he was going to show them where the good fishing holes are. I wonder though, why doesn’t the bald-headed guy slow down a bit before the baby gets hurt.
I guess people see me pulling weeds down at the park, because some very nice person moved a couch down there for me to sit on when I got tired. How nice is that? I was going to sit on it and watch the creek flow by, but the Putah Creek Council and their cleanup volunteers must have thought the couch was garbage because they hauled it up the hill and threw it in the dumpster. It was a nice couch too, but it had a few unknown odors.
Another thing that happens regularly at the park is that somebody leaves me old beer bottles and cans. Once in a while I even find a whisky bottle. I guess people have heard that I like to clean up around the creek, so they leave stuff for me. That just totally blows me away how nice people can be. How cool is that?
People are so nice. The other day, I bumped into a guy and his girl walking through the park. I said hello to them, but they didn’t hear me I guess. As they walked away I heard the guy say, “I think that guy fell out of the stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down. That was a good one. It made me laugh.
People are always waving and pointing their fingers at me when they drive by me when I’m leaving the park. The cars and trucks coming across the old bridge don’t seem to care about the 35 MPH speed limit, so when they get over to where I am across from the vegetable stand on Winters Road, they’re probably doing about 50 MPH. It’s a game they play, I think.
They seem to wait around the corner where I can’t see them because of the trees and bushes until it looks like its safe for me to pull out onto the road. When my truck is almost on the road, they zoom around the corner and honk their horn at me. Then they act like it’s my fault.
That’s the best part of the joke, because they yell out the window and point their fingers at me. I guess it is a funny joke all right, but I wish they would slow down because if I did pull out I’m afraid they might get hurt when they hit me. I wouldn’t even want that to happen.
I guess by now you can see what I mean when I say that this town has the nicest people in the world. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, I love this town and the people in it. They must love me to or why would they go out of their way to do all of these things for me. How cool is that?