Re: Being Caucasian Isn\'t Worth The Risk.
<font color=blue>Being a liberal Democrat in Texas, I can see your desire for gun control...somebody might mistake you for a yankee and shoot your [censored]. </font color=blue>
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. You know I've never had my censored threatened much less shot at./w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif
And I've never even been threatened here in Wylie. Now I was about a year ago in Garland though.
But that was a simple matter of them confusing me with someone else.
That's the only logic I can think of looking back on it.
I mean there I was in heavy traffic in my truck with the gooseneck on the back minding my own business in the right lane. Two old boys, well they were younger than me, but they were old boys anyways, came by mouthing bad words and waving their hands with most of their fingers folded back like maybe a bee had stung them both on the middle fingers of both hands.
Now I understand folks cussin' me. I cuss myself sometimes. But it's usually when I do something real stupid. So at that particular moment I started doing some real fast recollectin' iffin' I had done something really stupid to those two good old boys with the attitude.
Well about then traffic stopped. All three lanes. They, the good old boys whom I had decided by now were awful ugly even for someone their age, parked in the middle lane a couple of vehicles up from me. And I was serious into that recollectin' my immediate history I'm sure you can understand.
We no sooner stopped and the passenger, probably the ugliest of the pair, come out of the truck and headed back my way.
Now I don't know about you but it's been my observation that when you're gonna have a conversation with anyone that does so much waving about the best thing to do is to have that conversation out where there's waving room.
So I jumped out of my truck, just for conversation you understand.
The look on his face was one of total surprise. He spun on one heel and did about as quick an about face as I've ever seen and you do have keep in mind I've been to some cuttin' horse shows and took notes.
It must have been mistaken identity like I said. Cause I followed those two old boys to find out just what it was all about for about two miles. And you know how you can make eye contact with someone in a pickemup with those big mirrors they have on the doors? Well, I never could. So finally I gave up.
On second thought even in Garland I wasn't really threatened. It had to have been mistaken identity.
I'm sure it's because I don't look like no liberal you think?
