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Had a run-in with a truck-drivin' redneck today...(7 posts)

Had a run-in with a truck-drivin' redneck today...JBurton
Jul 22, 2002 7:19 PM
You know the type that has been a topic of discussion over the past couple of days...skoal hat wearin', late sixties Chevrolet truck (with the #3 in the window) drivin', southern drawled, tobacco chewin' redneck.

Got a flat and forgot my patch kit. This guy had the nerve to notice me walking and stop, offer me his cell phone, then offer me a ride if my girlfriend wasn't home.

The gall of some of these people...
did you flip him off and spit water in his face? nmdustin73
Jul 22, 2002 8:13 PM
Flip him off, get him to stop, and beat him with your frame pumpcabinfever
Jul 23, 2002 5:13 AM
If that doesn't work, kick 'em in the jimmie with your cleats. Hopefully, you have spd's, not Looks. They work better. LOL
Yes, this was sarcasm...for fun only.cabinfever
Jul 23, 2002 7:44 AM
Was that sarcasm? :-)kenyee
Jul 23, 2002 5:49 AM
If not, I don't get it.
A few bad apples always spoil the bunch.AllisonHayes
Jul 23, 2002 6:23 AM
Please, you are ruining the stereotypes and sweeping generalizations. And how are people supposed to rant?

No good deeds should go unpunished.

i (Its the creepy guys that I worry about, not the rednecks.)
Good Deeds...JBurton
Jul 23, 2002 7:04 AM
I've experienced more of the good deeds recently than the not so good deeds and have been surprised at the "types" of people who honk and wave (to say hi, not to scare). Just the other day I was out on a road I was sort of unfamiliar with, when a good-ole boy sees me going down a street that ends in dirt. He called for me and let me know about the dirt road and gave me a better route.

I don't worry about people being upset when I'm "in their way." At least they acknowledge I am there. I worry about the high-school girls putting on make-up and the high-school guys watching the high school girls put on make-up. Or the moms watching their kids put make-up on the dog, or the cell phone talkers. The people who don't see me scare me. (I guess if I was back home in Georgia, I might worry about creepy guys...I got a purdy mouth.)