A man says to me, “How do you like that car?”

I’m standing by a little green Kia.

“It’s not mine, it’s a rental,” I say.

I’m in the town of Okeechobee, Fla., parked on the main drag in front of Nutmeg’s Cafe.

“Where you from?” he says.

“Minnesota.”

“I hear they just got more snow up there.”

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