What? There are blondes in Iowa? I hadn’t noticed.
I’d asked these two staff members in Runnels, “What’s the deal with blondes in Iowa. It’s like being in Sweden without the funny accents.”
The shorter of the two nudged the other one and said, “She’s not a real blonde.”
It’s rare that I’m struck speechless.
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