Road Trip
My fiance and I are taking a trip this weekend to visit his parents, and we've decided that we will not be stopping in a particular place along the way.
On a past visit we used the gas station bathroom in a very conservative prison town in the middle of nowhere.
As I stood outside the bathroom waiting, I did not know that inside the mens' room my fiance was becoming increasingly disturbed by the racist graffiti inside. At first he thought it was funny that the little pictures of the KKK looked like Doritos chips, then he realized, "OMG. Snark is the only non-white person in this town, and she's standing outside alone in a bright red dress, probably smiling at people and looking innocent!"
He hurried out of the bathroom and told me, "Get in the car!"
"What?"
"Get in the car I'll tell you later!"
Two tough-looking men with bald heads stared at us as he ushered me into the car. Once inside he told us why we will never go back.
Labels: travel
1 Comments:
Wow, that's scary.
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