Volunteer Cliche


Yesterday on our way to the CVS, Kid 2 and I found ourselves in traffic beside an unusual car. It was a Ford Fit--tiny car--adorned with just about every gun lover's creed.

"If You're Honkin', I'm Reloadin'',  "Eat and Sleep AirSoft", "My Other Car is a Ford GT" and a carefully altered Starbucks sign that said "guns and coffee" instead of whatever it usually says. There was also a bumper sticker that read "I heart Piranhas" along with the requisite buxom babe that one of the Dukes of Hazard eventually married. Oh, and there was a monster truck decal too. There may have been a tiny sticker that said "Please Hate Me" but I might have misread that one.

The car was driven by a grizzled guy in his mid-fifties. His left arm hung out the driver's side window, his hand dangling a cigarette. His passenger was in his early thirties. He too had his arm out the window with a cigarette in hand.

There were no political stickers. No NRA, no anti-Obama stuff. Nothing about lazy lesbian liberals or leftist Marxist traitors.No gun rights stuff.  Nope, just a couple of simple gun lovers. I laughed and said to Kid 2, do you think those two are volunteer cliches or do you suppose they get paid?" Yup, just two gun lovers heading toward Larchmont hopin' to make some converts.  

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