Chapter 315: The Store and the (Bud) Shootout
Wow, if that isn't an attention grabbing spot, I'm not sure what is. I went back and added the (Bud) because I didn't want to attract too much attention. Anyhow, after a great time out last night, today was the Nascar Budweiser Shootout and all in all it was a pretty damn exciting race. While I know that many of my readers could give two shits about Nascar, I am looking forward to a season that is sure to have a lot of interesting developments including the second full season for Toyota in the Cup series, new drivers in new rides, and the second coming of Earnhardt as he joins the Hendrick Motorsports stable. After a great night of racing I can honestly say that it looks like he'll be a bit better this year as he took home the victory and looked sporty in his new ride.
Anyhow, the primary reason for the post isn't Junior's resurgence, it's an amazing story of small town living that I had to share with y'all. So, to set the scene, I'm hanging out watching the pre-game show for the Shootout and decided that I was hungry and wanted to run down the store which, like the Pub in Biloxi is called "The Store". Anyhow, it's only 5 blocks away so I cruise over there and I pull into the parking lot at the same time as another car that looks to be filled with teenage boys and girls. They're dinking around and chatting and what not, so as I'm pressed for time and don't want to miss the beginning of the race I hurry into the store and hunt down some chips and salsa and a soda. While I'm debating whether or not I would also like some bean dip one of the two women behind the counter answers her cell phone and the conversation goes something like this:
"How many people do you have with you? ... Do you have the money? ... Now, you're going to the beach right because I don't want you in the house without me there ... Alright, you go to the beach and then I'll be home by 8:30 and then you can come over ... yeah, and no girls either, I don't want to catch you early at the house with girls before I get home ... Okay, come on in and I'll buy it for you."
Turns out she's buying beer for her underage son's birthday. After he comes in and she pays for it and then makes sure to have him promise again no girls at the house before she gets home, he leaves and she proceeds to tell her co-worker behind the corner what a skank this girl that he has been seeing off and on is and that she better not show her face in her house, all of this while she's checking me out before half-heartedly apologizing for the skank comment to me. Another interesting chapter in my southern fried life
And in honor of that anecdote, I bring you a Southern Fried Video celebrating the best toy never made: Turbo Heather