Just call me sir

So, further to yesterday's post about the general store, the hubby just told me that store's owner, Rocky, killed a 300 pound bear with a bow and arrow from a distance of 30 feet up the road last week. A bow and arrow!!! (Apparently the bear was just strolling along the road, but let's try not to think about that bit, eh?). So I think my plans to approach Rocky about the idling motors may have to go on the back burner for a bit. Not least because I'll be busy avoiding eye contact and calling him 'sir'.