Day 96: A Sack of Trouble

The Fool got up, headed north to downtown Kirksville, Mo., where he had a BK meal and got supplies at the Wal-Mart. Sadly, he finally had to get off the nice four-lane route 63, and onto a narrow county highway going west.

The Fool went into a convenience store at Novinger to get food and drink. Inside, he asked the cashier if he could film her as she asked him if he wanted a "sack" for his purchases. (The Fool finds it amusing that they call plastic bags "sacks" out here, and he wanted to make a video montage of folks saying that word.) The cashier refused to be filmed, and after a little prodding to no avail, the Fool sarcastically thanked her and went on his way.

About a mile up the road, the Fool had an encounter with the police. The sheriff was called in on a report that a backpacking guy wanted to film a cashier offering to sell him a bag of weed. Both the sheriff and the Fool were baffled by this report. After an ID check and a few rueful headshakes, the Fool was free to go.

He's still not sure if the lady cashier truly thought h wanted to film her asking him if he wanted to by a bag of weed, or whether she was just messing with him.