Ok, I’m home everyone. Not Atlanta home, but Dallas, TX home. Made out great on the belated gifts, how we’ll get them home is a different story. My Scotsman has some military things to work with for a game design company, so he brought all his stuff (honestly, women – all women – carry less stuff than him and his WWII gear). Most of the dorm room was packed with all that, and sleeping room on one of the backpassenger seat and the front seat flattened out into a single bed (have I mentioned how much I love this car?). Tonight is dinner with the family + . That will be good, I’ll be able to snuggle me some Jacob this week *prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*. I’ll do the fill-in on the rest later, just wanted everyone to know that I lived through the day….
Oh yeah,
Couple walks into my store, asking if we have those “Sonny Lied” posters. I said we didn’t, they wanted to know why and then proceed into a rant about how he needs to be recalled. The woman wants several of the signs to post them all over. I point out that it’s illegal to post them in some places and she needs to check on her ordinances before doing so. She complains that realtors do it all the time. I point out that they have permits and time schedules to abide by (that’s why they have to take them up on Mondays/Fridays, etc). She bitches about it some more. The guy keeps going off on Perdue needing to be recalled. I ask why he hasn’t started a recall campaign to actually do something about it. He goes off on how much more difficult it is to recall our gov. than in Cali (read: I’m too fucking lazy and just feel like bitching). Another customer saves me from blatently pointing that out.
Later: The couple finds a few things they want to buy and ask if I know any place they can get them. I suggest Wild Man’s (for those of you who don’t know, this is the guy that required each homeowner in Kennesaw, GA to have a gun. His store has tons of Confederate and Nazi paraphenalia – see where I’m going?). They start talking about how Wild Man is a “real Southern Man”. My response? “Yeah, Hitler was a prime example of Southern heritage.” That didn’t go over so well, they started spouting about how anti-neo-nazi and anti-confederate opinions must stem from “Those homo-sexuals (said with the hyphen), dress-wearing Catholic priests, anti-neo-nazis. But we can’t have the Ku Klux Klan!” My response? “You mean the white protestants that wear dresses?”
Ye-ah.
Anyway, bunch of Jamaican kids come into my store. They wanted to see some Brass paperweights (legal term for: brass knuckles) but weren’t old enough, so then…They’re looking for a gun that looks realistic, won’t mortally wound someone, but will pack enough punch to make a point. (Read: high-powered bb gun). One of them says it’s for killing squirrels. I ask why it needs to look real, squirrels don’t care. One of them laughs and the one asking fesses up. “See, here’s the story. We were in this club, in a bad neighborhood. We came out to go home, and this guy pulls a gun on us. We need something to protect ourselves.” My response? “So you feel like getting a bb gun that looks real, so you can pull it on him. Let’s think about this…he’s got a gun that can kill you, you have a gun that will just piss him off. Which one of you do you think is going to go home that night?” His friends laugh and pull the “see, you’re stupid” lines. I advise him to go to one of the gun ranges, rent a couple of guns, find one that works for him. Take some safety courses, get his permit and buy a real one. He wanted to know what he should do in the mean-time. My verbal thoughts on the subject? “Don’t go into that neighborhood again.” – Hallo? Capt. Obvious to the Clueless Wonder. Capt. Obvious to the Clueless Wonder, come in Clueless Wonder. Do you read me Clueless Wonder? *radio static*
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