Overheard at Chipperfields' ... Part XXXVIII ...

The last rays of the setting sun were filtering their way through the blinds on the front windows. On the couches at the front a number of teens were checking their text messages, half heartedly playing chess, and just hanging out with a variety of beverages ... At the table in the back corner Ross was busy selecting new 45s to put in the juke box.

"Got any Johnny Cash?" asked J-- as he approached the table and sat down.

"Dunno," replied Ross looking at the shoe box full of black vinyl in front of him, "I'm not even sure what's in the box ..."

"How about some good 80's rock?" asked The Rev, as he approached the table.

"Good 80's rock? Isn't that an oxymoron, you moron?" asked J-- with a laugh.

"You gotta problem with rock music?" asked The Rev as he sat down at the table.

Rock?" scoffed J--, "you need country. We're on the prairies."

"Nay," replied The Rev, "we need rock." He turned and looked at Jay-Dee behind the counter, "Right Jay-Dee? We need more rock music don't we?"

"Um," Jay-Dee smiled nervously, "I'm a country girl ..." she paused before adding, "Sorry."

"Poor girl," laughed The Rev as he turned back to the table, "no taste in music, but atleast she's cute with a good personality."

Ross and J-- laughed as Jay-Dee blushed.

"So, what's new with you guys?" asked The Rev.

"Nothing much," answered J--, "same old same old ... just the way I like it."

"How 'bout you Ross?" The Rev asked again.

"Oh not much in my life," answered Ross, "but my son's life has gotten interesting."

"The new grand babes," asked J--.

"No," answered Ross, "His life is just busy. It's my other son. The business man."

"Oh?" answered J--, "what's up in his life?"

"He's got a cyber-stalker following him," answered Ross, still sorting through the 45s.

"A cyber-stalker," questioned J--, "what's a cyber stalker?"

"Oh, some obsessed nut case," answered Ross, his face looking serious, "He had to let an employee go, and now they're pretty sure it's her who keeps sending him spam emails and plugging up the inbox at the office, and she's been spreading rumours about him and his business."

"That's not cyber-stalking," commented The Rev, "atleast not how I understand it."

"Well, that's just the tip of the iceberg," commented Ross, his hands resting on the 45s, but not moving, "He's found that she keeps visiting his websites a dozen times a day or more, and she's been leaving anonymous comments and so on, and the topper is she keeps phoning and hanging up both at his house and his business all night long."

"Call display?" asked The Rev.

"Absolutely," answered Ross, "and the RCMP already have file."

"Woman needs a new hobby," commented J--, sipping his coffee, "she's got too much time on her hands."

"She dangerous?" asked The Rev.

"Nay," replied Ross shaking his head, "just nuttier then a fruit cake. Can't deal with reality. "

"Hmm," replied J--, "there always seems to be one in every crowd."

"Ain't that the truth," answered The Rev, "atleast now your son knows why she couldn't work in the business."

Ross nodded in agreement.

"I wouldn't mind having a stalker," said J-- with a smile, "so long as she was cute and not nuts."

"Good Luck with that," answered Ross, "I'll tell my son."

"Just don't pass on my email address to his stalker," laughed J--, "I have enough hassles in my life. I don't need one like THAT."

"Okay," replied Ross, as he lifted out a 45 from the box, "Found Johnny Cash!"

"Really?" asked J-- excitedly, "Johnny Cash? Is it 'I walked the line'?"

"Nay," answered Ross turning the record over in his hand to read the label, "I think it's a show tune ..."

"You're kidding right?" answered J--, his face losing all expression, but shock, "please tell me you're kidding?"

Ross just laughed ...