Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Stoopid Never Wins
It occurred in a supermarket when a redneck picked up a copy of one of those tabloids and as they followed me around the store offering their comments on titles, stories, pictures, various quotes, I knew I was being tested.
The story is too long and sordid to tell, too full of twists and turns and more stoopid that you could shake a stick at. Let me just say that the gloating over Bush's book, Sarah Palin & Christine O'Donnell, and the elections by these mullet-haired, one-tooth-wonders (yes, they were men, or something close) was stopped cold in their tracks.
Obviously I made it out alive but, G*d, I needed a cold compress (or martini) to get over the trauma. The next encounter wiped all that from immediate memory. Chirpy, happy folks who knew me from the restaurant just had to squeal about their dining experience last night.
Saved, again by a few sane humans who enjoy one another and life's simple pleasures.
And so it goes.