Two men, one young, one old, and a woman, middle aged, sit at a table on the far side of the library. The only reading material they have between them is an Outdoorsmen magazine. They’re not looking at it. They’re laughing at a picture on a cell phone. It’s of the woman, sitting on a 5 gallon pail, outside an ice fishing hut.
“You look like a squaw having a baby!” The image keeps them hooting for a while.
After the laugh, the old man gets up scratch his back by rubbing it back and forth on the outside corner of a wall.
“You look like a bear,” the woman says.
“A black bear,” the other man specifies.
“Spring has sprung, eh?” says the back scratcher.