
When I was in business, my real estate office was across the street from the local breakfast/lunch restaurant, which I frequented daily. It was a great source of local gossip and news, which often turned into house listings and sales.
The owner, also a "townie" and friends of both my husband and myself, started his day real early "in the wee hours" around 3AM, to bake breads, muffins and rolls. His job was hot and sweaty, standing in front of a grill all day with waitresses barking orders endlessly.
My office became a refuge for him when he needed a well deserved few minutes of break time, just like his restaurant became my salvation when I needed to "hide" from my office duties, as well as keep up on who might be selling soon.
One day I was so stressed out that a little break across the street just wasn't going to be enough. I felt I had to get completely away from the stress and the only way to do it was by leaving town.
It didn't take much to convince hubby to close the doors and sneak away for a few hours.
It was not quite time for the restaurant to be closing, but as we were leaving I noticed that it looked like there was a lull at the restaurant. So I scooted across the street and talked our friend and his wife into closing shop early and hanging a "Gone Fishing" sign on the door.
Then we head up the coast to our favorite spot for some world famous Maine lobsters and clams. AAHHH!! The good ol' days.
The "Gone Fishing" trick was our little secret escape which turned into a habit that we used every now and then. It was a little mischievous way to have a fun break in our rather hectic schedules. And nobody was ever the wiser.
Gone Fishing
Gypsy Girl