We were waiting our turn at SuperCuts this afternoon, behind a guy about our age with a strong, North Florida accent. He got a call on his cell from somebody. They chatted about any number of things, including speculating over whether drug dealing would be more profitable than apartment complex maintenance.
Then he told his caller, "I heard something funny about Obama this morning on Bob McLain (the local Fox radio affiliate)."
He got up and stepped outside for that part of the call.
A few days ago we were at the local red dot store replenishing our cocktail supplies. As we looked for a parking space we noted a white Porsche Boxster with the vanity plate South Carolina Women's Commission 2.
It straddled two parking places, as persons do who assume every other person on the planet lives solely to ding their penis-substitute vehicle.
We made our purchase, behind a woman in a trenchcoat who bundled out, got in said Boxster, and left.
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