Have you ever had that feeling like you were someplace you didn't belong? That perhaps you had stopped someplace you weren't welcome?
Well that's how our hero felt. With a quick, uneasy glance around, he made his way into the dilapidated station to get something to drink and empty his bladder. The theme music to Deliverance began to play in the background as a few of the locals glanced at our hero, sizing him up.
Now for those of you who have never been to a small town in the Bible Belt, I will break down the way things are...
Segregation is still very much alive. Perhaps it's not as openly shown but it is very much there. Of course I'm not talking about the segregation that is already so prevalent in our lives under the cloaks of oh I don't know.... Say BET? How about CMT? Si' TV? Anyone who tells you segregation is gone from our lives is either stupid,or blind, or both.
Our hero smiled and nodded to an elderly black woman who was working at the counter. This did not please the two large "Billy Bo Bob" types who were sitting at the counter watching the outsiders every move. One of them shot a scowl of disapproval and muttered softly to his companion.
Our hero made his way into the Men's room. The natives had left numerous cave drawings and primitive racial slurs for the viewing pleasure of any who might be unfortunate enough to have to endure the smell of this facility for the sake of relieving their bladder.
There was a problem it appeared as some unfortunate soul had posted upon the wall...
"Don't piss on the seat, the crabs have learned to swim upstream..."
Our hero made his way back to the counter, purchased a Mountain Dew, and made a hasty departure from this place that was obviously still locked in the past...
