the gas station incident
So on Friday night, I went to fill Holly's car with gas. (We have two cars, one is the Jeep I inherited from my mom, and the other is a Kia Sephia, which Holly's mom bought for her a few years ago.) We've started mainly driving Holly's car now after a very long stretch of mainly using the Jeep. The main reason for the switch is the dramatic difference in gas mileage, although the air conditioning in the Kia also works whereas it does not in the jeep.
Anyway, the car is in Holly's mom's name, and thus the license plates (or tags as everyone down here calls them) say Ware on them. The license plates here in Georgia, as they do in several other states from what I've seen, have the county name where you got the plates printed on them. I don't know why they do this, but presumably it is to assist law enforcement. I have always thought that it would also greatly assist stalkers, serial-killers, and other evil-doers, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, to someone who doesn't know us, seeing the Kia's license plates would lead that person to believe we are from Ware county. We also have a John Kerry bumper sticker from his failed presidential campaign, tastefully centered above the license plate.
Ware County is in the southeast area of Georgia, about a four-and-a-half hour drive south from Athens. It's about an hour drive north of Jacksonville, Florida. The county seat is Waycross, which is named for the many train tracks that pass through it. Waycross is where Holly's mom lives, and it is also the boyhood home of Burt Reynolds, as well as the home of the world-famous Okefenokee Swamp. There's also a Wal-Mart there. And not much else. (Although Holly's mom has a sweet inground pool in her back yard that we totally love.)
Anyway, back to the gas station. So this middle-aged looking guy walks by as I'm fueling, totally staring at me. Understandably annoyed, I say to him, "Can I help you?" He says nothing, keeps walking, staring. "Oh OK, I guess you just have a staring problem," I mutter.
His motorcycle is parked at the pump in front of the one I'm using. He pauses before putting his helmet back on, looks at me and says, "You must be the only person in Ware County that voted for Kerry." (Ironically I was also wearing a "Ware County" t-shirt that I got from Holly, and for the moment had forgotten about the license plate.) I was completely flabbergasted and didn't say anything. Then the prick said, "What's wrong with you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" was the best I could manage for a reply.
Luckily the woman pumping gas on the other side of the pump I was using chimed in, "Everyone's got their own damn opinion."
"Exactly" I added.
I didn't hear anything else out of Mr. Republican but he must have been mumbling something because my unknown ally shouted, "Just shut up," shortly thereafter.
I couldn't help but add "no shit!" to this.
You know, it was a classic case of where you think of all kinds of things to say after the fact. Like, "What's wrong with me? OK, I'll tell you. I didn't want to vote for a president that's a FUCKING RETARD! What's your excuse?" Or as Holly said, "Yeah, most of the people in Waycross are fucking idiots. I guess I'm just different."
It really got my blood boiling. Who the fuck did that guy think he was? OOOOOHHHHHH. Hopefully the next time something like that happens I can keep a little cooler head and think of something better to say.
Anyway, the car is in Holly's mom's name, and thus the license plates (or tags as everyone down here calls them) say Ware on them. The license plates here in Georgia, as they do in several other states from what I've seen, have the county name where you got the plates printed on them. I don't know why they do this, but presumably it is to assist law enforcement. I have always thought that it would also greatly assist stalkers, serial-killers, and other evil-doers, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, to someone who doesn't know us, seeing the Kia's license plates would lead that person to believe we are from Ware county. We also have a John Kerry bumper sticker from his failed presidential campaign, tastefully centered above the license plate.
Ware County is in the southeast area of Georgia, about a four-and-a-half hour drive south from Athens. It's about an hour drive north of Jacksonville, Florida. The county seat is Waycross, which is named for the many train tracks that pass through it. Waycross is where Holly's mom lives, and it is also the boyhood home of Burt Reynolds, as well as the home of the world-famous Okefenokee Swamp. There's also a Wal-Mart there. And not much else. (Although Holly's mom has a sweet inground pool in her back yard that we totally love.)
Anyway, back to the gas station. So this middle-aged looking guy walks by as I'm fueling, totally staring at me. Understandably annoyed, I say to him, "Can I help you?" He says nothing, keeps walking, staring. "Oh OK, I guess you just have a staring problem," I mutter.
His motorcycle is parked at the pump in front of the one I'm using. He pauses before putting his helmet back on, looks at me and says, "You must be the only person in Ware County that voted for Kerry." (Ironically I was also wearing a "Ware County" t-shirt that I got from Holly, and for the moment had forgotten about the license plate.) I was completely flabbergasted and didn't say anything. Then the prick said, "What's wrong with you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" was the best I could manage for a reply.
Luckily the woman pumping gas on the other side of the pump I was using chimed in, "Everyone's got their own damn opinion."
"Exactly" I added.
I didn't hear anything else out of Mr. Republican but he must have been mumbling something because my unknown ally shouted, "Just shut up," shortly thereafter.
I couldn't help but add "no shit!" to this.
You know, it was a classic case of where you think of all kinds of things to say after the fact. Like, "What's wrong with me? OK, I'll tell you. I didn't want to vote for a president that's a FUCKING RETARD! What's your excuse?" Or as Holly said, "Yeah, most of the people in Waycross are fucking idiots. I guess I'm just different."
It really got my blood boiling. Who the fuck did that guy think he was? OOOOOHHHHHH. Hopefully the next time something like that happens I can keep a little cooler head and think of something better to say.
posted by Model Consumer at 10:20
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