Driving home from work yesterday, i was bopping along happily in my jeep. The sun was shining, i was singing at the top of my lungs while toolin’ topless down the interstate. Feeling pretty good after a challenging week…
Spotted a big ol’ jacked up “Bubby Truck” – with a bumper sticker in the back window:
My first reaction was to laugh. It’s kinda cute. But as i passed the truck, took a good look at the driver, i got to thinkin’…
He was smallish – certainly well short of six feet tall. Skinny. Maybe mid-20’s. Short spiky blonde hair – a sort of military cut. Not particularly attractive – pinched features, beady eyes, no visible eyebrows. He looked over at me as i passed – the jeep, combined with my hair whipping around my head and skirt blowing over my face as i haul ass down the interstate will generally warrant a look from a guy in a truck. Nope. He was absolutely nothing special.
What woman would willingly ride in this truck? What woman would willingly exchange body fluids with this man? How low does your self-respect have to be before you can jump into that truck and tell yourself “Whew! I passed the test! I’ve earned the affections of this wonderful man! He thinks I’m good enough to ride in his truck! Yay me!”
All i can say is “Look, you punk-ass redneck motherfucker. You wanna see a fat chick jump? Haul your sorry whiteboy ass out on the basketball court and i’ll school you in ‘Jumping Fat Chicks 101’. Douchenozzle.”