And we were in Kentucky. And in Wal-Mart. What else could we expect but a man, with a incomprehensible southern accent and two teeth that appeared to be soddered together on the bottom right side, a greasy mullet and a plaid, worn shirt tucked into dirty jeans.
He swore up and down (I think) that they didn't have car window paint in automotive, only car paint.
The five of us just stared, perhaps with our heads tilted to the side, trying to figure out if this was really happening.
We backed away.
Shortly thereafter, Suz called from the depths of one of the automotive isles. She'd found the window paint.
And speed beads. "Who needs Mardi Gras when you have speed beads."
She's very funny.
2 comments:
Cliche southern men are my heroes. I wish I could be 10 points uglier and lose 80% of my teeth.
Would you still find me attractive?
-mike
always!
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