Big fat wide white guy, long hair &
pony tail, lazily gives me the finger as he plods by my parked truck on his way to pee. He jumps back a little when I spring out of the truck and at least has the dignity to allow red to creep up his substantial neck into his jowls.
He stutters and then recovers a little, claiming he plays ukulele, mandolin & guitar – music of the 60’s. He's now trying to find common ground or distract me from his earlier rudeness. He hadn't intended to be seen, I guess.
The next words spewed out of his mouth are "way back
when we were making fun of the government."
I let that pass for a second as I ponder the "we" he is suddenly using then I say, with an emphasis on the 'we': WE weren’t making fun of the government, WE were trying to hold the government accountable.
But that was too big a word for him.
He turns even darker red and conjures up the random excuse he is getting his news off the TV. Remembering his single finger salute, I
say, oh come on, u can do better than that, to his retreating back. I think he forgot he was heading toward the bathrooms.
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