I apologize, I’ve been away for several days on a trip to the far east side of the state. For a little pleasure time in the back-country. On our way back to civilization we stopped at a diner in a rather small, country town. On the wall there were many paintings for sale. Mostly dealing with the outdoors and wildlife; you know, eagles, wolves and shit like that. Real cheesy stuff not much better than paint by numbers. As we are looking over these horrible paintings another couple comes and sits down in the booth just down from us. The guy was clearly a redneck. I think his neck was even red. He had a bowl cut hairdo and every nuance of his demeanor told you he liked to fish, drink lots of beer and fight. I couldn’t tell if the haggard woman with him was his mother or wife. They too began fawning over these “paintings”, clearly enlivened by their obvious “quality” and how deeply they spoke to them on a base level.
When the waitress came around I told her I want that one. Right away The Redneck notices my purchase and congratulates me on it. With his head moving up and down he tells me, “That’s a nice one, good choice.” He was dead serious. Then another waitress came up behind me and says, “We’ve had a lot of interest in that one.”
Oh my. If they only knew what I was going to use it for.