Farmers market Stories

I innocently met a woman at a bar in downtown Oak Valley. It was a Thursday Night Farmers Market evening so downtown was crowded with people shopping, listening to the various music acts, and dining at the restaurants. After purchasing a few fruits and veggies, I slid into one of the more popular restaurant bars. After having a beer, I ordered a burger and my second beer when I heard a voice behind me, “Is this seat taken...