Giving Utah another chance!
I’m headed to my favorite most consistently hostile flying j where I learned New Yorkers are warm & fuzzy friendly creatures compared to those westerners that live in Utah. This is the station that I sometimes leave quickly from depending on who’s circling my truck.
I’m pumping diesel (biodiesel is no where to be found in this part of the states) & a small white car with a young white man hanging out the window drives behind me. He is yelling ‘bush & cheney – YEAH!!!’ There are other young white people in the car, the girls in the back seat are smiling a little crookedly I think.
“Come talk to me” I yell back. “I support bush & cheney” he yells. “Come here – I want to meet a 32% er” I respond. “I support the war” he screams back. “Oh, now you’re only a 22% er” I yell back.
There is another white man, mid 40’s I’d say, pumping gas on the opposite side as me. He has turned his back to me steadily pumping, mute & focused on the hose. I say in his direction, “support war – how can anyone support war?” He ignores me. I add, “& I bet that young man calls himself a Christian.”
No one else is paying any attention. I trudge inside, under the mislabeled code yellow alert sign, to find a clerk.
This time, the cashier, at first glance, looks like Sissy Spacek had she stayed in that abusive relationship for 10 more years. Or maybe it’s her accent that reminds me of Sissy in that movie. I tell her the color code out front is wrong, it has been elevated. “You don’t say” she drawls, staring at me, undecided if I’m correct or crazy. “Yes, it is now PINK, in fact it’s been pink for quite awhile now” I insist “pink for peace’ “Heck yeah,” she exclaims “it sure is – it sure should be” We smile knowingly at each other & I return to the parking lot.
I’m pumping diesel (biodiesel is no where to be found in this part of the states) & a small white car with a young white man hanging out the window drives behind me. He is yelling ‘bush & cheney – YEAH!!!’ There are other young white people in the car, the girls in the back seat are smiling a little crookedly I think.
“Come talk to me” I yell back. “I support bush & cheney” he yells. “Come here – I want to meet a 32% er” I respond. “I support the war” he screams back. “Oh, now you’re only a 22% er” I yell back.
There is another white man, mid 40’s I’d say, pumping gas on the opposite side as me. He has turned his back to me steadily pumping, mute & focused on the hose. I say in his direction, “support war – how can anyone support war?” He ignores me. I add, “& I bet that young man calls himself a Christian.”
No one else is paying any attention. I trudge inside, under the mislabeled code yellow alert sign, to find a clerk.
This time, the cashier, at first glance, looks like Sissy Spacek had she stayed in that abusive relationship for 10 more years. Or maybe it’s her accent that reminds me of Sissy in that movie. I tell her the color code out front is wrong, it has been elevated. “You don’t say” she drawls, staring at me, undecided if I’m correct or crazy. “Yes, it is now PINK, in fact it’s been pink for quite awhile now” I insist “pink for peace’ “Heck yeah,” she exclaims “it sure is – it sure should be” We smile knowingly at each other & I return to the parking lot.
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