Biting my tongue
This past weekend we did a rock and gem show. I have to say it was pretty wildly successful, as in, our best ever financially. So no grousing about that whatsoever except that my feet are killing me---hours on a concrete floor, even with new cushioned shoes and fatigue mats...... owowow!
But Saturday morning didn't start off too well. We stopped in at the local 7/11 for coffee and stuff and the usual kaffeeklatsch of old farts was infesting a back booth (they got kicked out of the adjacent Burger King a couple of years ago for being a nuisance and I wish the owners of the 7/11 would follow suit!) and spewing their usual verbal vomit for all to hear. First one commented that "Old man Biden had gone off to New Hampshire...AGAIN...just like always." Another one replied "That's all he ever does." (My mind registered "New Hampshire? Since when?"
Then they're off on another tack--"You know they got the results out there in Arizona but them asshole Democrats and Republicans won't let 'em give them out." "Uh-huh, no they won't." Looks like Q has done his work well up here. One of the guys has a big rebel flag and a Gadsden flag flying from the back of his pickup and as we drove by it my husband observed, "It would be fun to replace those with a couple of rainbow flags while they're in there spouting off."
Later on at the show a rather large dude was spotted in one of those 1776 t-shirts proclaiming "When government becomes tyranny, rebellion becomes duty." I so wanted him to tell him to just go to Russia. I bit my tongue. Some days I get tired of being a blue dot in a big red ocean.
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