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Call me judgmental, and maybe I am. I am certainly no fashion king, but I do know fashion comedy when I see it. I mean no harm or malice by this post, and certainly don't mean to offend anyone if this is inadvertently either about you, or describes your aunt, uncle, grandfather, etc...but if you can't laugh at this...we definitely couldn't be friends.
The other day a co-worker and I were at the gas station/truck-stop/subway down the highway from where we work (yeah...that is about the only place within driving distance to get food). We both witnessed something that boggles the mind, and it is worth preserving on the interwebs forever. So most of us have, at one time or another, witnessed the fabled 3 wolf moon shirt or the ever popular dreamcatcher. However, it's rare to catch these items all together at one time. What my friend and I witnessed was nothing short of a stereotypical miracle. It was like witnessing the birth of your first child (that's probably a lie because I have no children, and therefore have nothing to base that statement on. But, if it could make me anywhere near as happy as this experience did, then I might have to try it because I have to say I was f*cking giddy). I was waiting for my 6" ham on honey oat, with provolone, toasted (exciting, I know) when I was caught by the fashion/comedy diamond that was standing in front of me in line:In her mid-50s, I think the first thing that grabbed my attention was her glossy, rebel flag, cellphone hip-holster. Rebel flags always catch my eye. I won't get into my hatred of them, or what I think they scream about the person wearing them, but only because it would ruin the smile on my face as I type this up. The next thing I noticed was the rebel flag trucker cap. Awesome. Then, like a ray of light from comedy heaven, it all started coming together. There it was. The 3 wolf moon shirt in all its glory. I was takenaback at first. I didn't know what to do. I slowly turned to catch my companion's eye but didn't know how to discretely signal her so that she could experience what I was experiencing; a weird mix of glee, happiness, disgust, and hunger. I started pointing towards my chest while nodding my head furiously towards the subject, all the while shielding myself from view. I then started pointing to other areas of my body (the hip where the rebel flag would be), but quickly realized that I must look absurd, and was scared 3 wolf might see me. Thankfully this vision of folk mythology had not taken notice to my painfully obvious signaling, but my partner in crime had. While we both held back audible laughter, I pondered what this fashion god must be driving. My first thought was "...she HAS to be a trucker." Before you lash me with your furious typing fingers, I have nothing against truckers. My grandfather, aunt and uncle all drive, or have driven 18-wheelers. They are all wonderful people and I love them dearly. However, if you can look at me with a straight face and say that you have never seen an 18-wheeler with a dreamcatcher in the rearview, or a driver with a wizard and/or wolf shirt (or some combination) then you are either not well traveled in this great land of ours, or you are a much better liar than I. I hurriedly filled my Subway cup and my counterpart and I ran to the car to catch a glimpse. The universe did NOT disappoint. I was wrong (and I am glad). There was no 18-wheeler. There was no dump-truck. What there was, was a 90s model Ford F-150 in various degrees of disreppair, clad with horse sillouette magnets, and a camper outfitted with some kind of plastic tarp covering the back window which had obviously met an untimely demise. Both my accomplice and I were so happy we could hardly contain ourselves. And what you may ask, do two young professionals do when presented with such a once in a lifetime chain of events? iPhone picture time. Unfortunately she pulled out in front of us, so we were unable to grab a pic of her entire chariot, but we did manage to catch up to the red beast and grab a shot. On the way back to the office, we chuckled and posed that the only thing that could have completed this amazing scene was a...Oh yes...WHAT!? What is that dangling from the rearview!? It is! It's an EFFING DREAMCATCHER!!!! I know what you might be saying. "I can't believe I just read this entire post. I can't believe this guy took an hour of his time to write this post." But I did. I wish you could have been there...but you weren't. Trust me. It was funny. It's the little things.
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