Sugar Boy

There are a variety of people who live in an RV Park for a variety of reasons.  One of those groups of people are contract laborers.  About two years ago there was a group of friends that were contract laborers at the same site living together.  I had met them in passing and 2 of the 3 men were married.  The men were living together and their wives were back home, wherever that may have been. 

One night around 10:30 I got a knock on the door.  I had just turned out all the lights.  I asked who it was and they responded.  When I asked what he wanted he replied, "Sugar, for in the morning."  I naively thought, "Well, maybe for his coffee."  I got a small bowl of granulated sugar and handed it to him through the door.  The next morning when retelling the story to a friend I realized he was looking for a different kind of sugar.  He brought the bowl back a week or so later, again after the lights were out.  I told him to leave it at the door. 

It's been several years since this happened and it still makes me laugh.  I'm sure he thinks I'm stupid and I was, for giving him the dish full.  He and his friends have since left and moved on.