"Honestly, I didn't think you'd go," I said.
"Why? Just because Irv Nesbaum is a putz?" Billy replied. "Hey, you better get over ... Manny's is in the next block, you know."
I eased the car into the left lane. "I know where Manny's is, Uncle ... I've been taking you there for five years." I slid into the turn lane. "Well, I was surprised you went."
"I've got no problem with Irv these days ... he's a putz, but I let that go."
"Well, you seemed to get along okay." I turned into the jammed parking lot. "What the heck is going on at Manny's?"
As I neared it, a hidden motorcycle was revealed. "Nope." I cruised down the lane. "I saw you chatting with him for quite a while ... what were you talking about?"
"He was just telling about his new place on Orchard Lake ... sounds like quite a layout."
"Hard to believe that the guy was selling hardware at Home Depot just a year ago."
"Just goes to show what a little hustle can do when you're marketing books."
I glanced over at Billy. "It's not the books that made the money, you know ... it was all the endorsements and speaking engagements."
"Did you know he has his own line of hardware now?" said Billy. "Oh, hey ... that guy's leaving ... put your blinker on."
I stopped and watched the man get into his car. "That's what I'm talking about ... Irv really found a hot topic to write about."
"So, why don't you do something like that?"
"I'm a fiction writer, Uncle."
"There doesn't seem to be any money in that."
A second car pulled up behind me and tooted his horn. "I don't do it for money, you know." I flicked on my blinker and waved the other car around.
"That's for sure ... what the heck is that guy doing?"
"He's taking his time, that's for sure."
"So, are you buying a lotto ticket?"
I watched the first car finally pull out of the parking space. "Yeah."
"Cheryl told me you had a dream about hitting it."
I maneuvered my car into the slot. "She told you that?"
"You seem embarrassed."
"It was a stupid dream."
"So, why are you buying a ticket?"