Americana  

rm_ricardj2 55M
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7/21/2006 8:51 pm

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Americana


I must have stepped into another world today. I really wondered if someone slipped some drugs into my root beer.

I visited one of my regular lunch stops today -- a local hamburger joint. As usual, it was full of the locals. You might ask -- who else would be there? Well, without giving much away, I can only say that the locals also provide color to an otherwise drab town.

I had lunch by myself today and had lots of time to observe what was going on around me. Two older women came in, placed their order and sat down. They seemed to make the rounds with others present. Two younger women entered and the older two began to chat them up. One of the older women inquired if they were ball players at the local college. Indeed they were ball players but not in college. The younger two, not knowing the routine of the greasebar realized plastic was not accepted. One of the older offered to pay for their lunches -- this is the point where I began to pay attention. I was dumbstruck that these old women were willing to buy lunch for the younger ones. Never mind that the young ones steered a pretty nice ride.

The older ones then turned their attention to a woman that walked in clothed in a deputies uniform. This woman was with her husband. One of the older women asked if she was a deputy. The policewoman said no she was on the "auxillary" force. "But they let you carry a gun?", one queried further. The other said "I know Fred (the Sheriff)!" Would he train me and could I carry a gun too?" I was in total disbelief.

I told the two younger ones they needed to get in line and place their order. They got up and found their way to the order register.

I decided I'd seen and heard enough. I got up and made my way to the door. However, the dream-sequence apparently wasn't finished. On my way to the trash can, I had to pass by the policewoman and her husband. He was a large man, holding himself up with his elbows on the counter and firmly planted onto the bar stool. The problem I soon realized was the man's ass crack hung fully out the back of his pants for anyone behind him to see. As you can tell, I had to walk past him and his crack ass to get out.

'Only at this place' I thought to myself as I was leaving. I gave serious wonder to why I continue to go to this place.

SirMounts 102M

7/25/2006 7:30 pm

ricardj2...
lol. A very good slice of life piece, made much more interesting by your fine writing skills.
Welcome to blogging, ricard.


rm_ricardj2 55M

7/25/2006 9:00 pm

Thank you Sir. Maybe that just changed my mood out of gloomy for the day (night).

Stop in again sometime.

R


SirMounts 102M

7/27/2006 4:40 am

ricardj2...
Hey thanks. Feel free to check out My blog too, ricard. ^5's.


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