Yesterday, I was running a few errands and ended up at a small store with some agricultural supplies - since I'm continuing work in agriculture, and since I didn't have an opportunity to till the fields before wet season hit, I've been forced to use man made fertilizers for the time being. Since the main crop I am doing now is corn, which is near impossible to screw up, I need nitrogen rich fertilizers. Like urea.

I found the urea fairly quickly, and headed to the cashier who was deep in a book. I asked her if it was a good book, and she said it was - so I asked what it was about. She said it was a book about terrorism, and though I couldn't identify the book I found it somewhat amusing and told her so...

"So you're selling me urea and reading a book on terrorism?", with a smile.

She laughs. "I hadn't thought of it that way!"

"Well, seriously, it's for my corn."

"Yes, that's what they all say", with a laugh.

The weirdness of the situation was not lost on either of us...