Wow, my last blog wasn’t very well-recieved. I got no less than thirty comments when I blogged about my mother, and less than fifteen when I talked about the uncertaintly of life. Perhaps a little too deep for the average reader? Well, have no fear–today is just plain silly.
A while back, the Hub and I ventured out to our favorite pizza joint. After sitting there for a few minutes, I decided I was cold, and went back to the car to get a jacket. On my way to the car I saw two people sitting inside a truck smoking something. Now, I have NEVER been a drug user, but I did go to college, and certains smells are just distinctive. That distinctive smell was floating my way as I passed the truck.
A few minutes later the couple entered the bar. The woman was wearing an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with a giant logo of some kind. As the woman embibed beer and spoke with another patron, I quickly dubbed her "The Arkansas Scholar." Here are a few tidbits from my eavesdropping:
- She argued passionately about whether real rednecks are from Tennessee or from Arkansas. This was a matter of pride, not contention.
- She kept asking another patron why, if he had five TV’s in his house, could he not get the Arkansas game on one of them (Hint: the game wasn’t being broadcast).
- She told the other patron how much she like the head on her beer. Repeatedly. Loudly. Wink, wink.
- And finally, after a discussion about football stadiums verses racing stadiums, the other patron asked how many people the stadium in Talledega would hold. She paused for a moment and then pronounced, "I don’t know–but when I get home, I’ll check my NASCAR book."
An Arkansas Scholar, indeed.
PS: Please realize that this is all in good fun–I’ve known people in every state of the union who act like this. Unfortunately, this woman said so many blog-worthy things in one night, that this story ended up here. Please regard this with a sense of humor.