He shouted, in his shrill pre-pubescent voice.
Fueling up today, a stranger asked how effective my sedan was when towing... He had spotted the hitch, and he had a similar (newer) wagon version of my Jetta TDI sedan.
As I was explaining that I had towed 1200 measured pounds over a thousand miles and averaged 36mpg roundtrip (THAT was a LOOONG 24 hours I tall ya!) his kid stepped up to my back drivers side window and spotted this on my back bench seat:
The boy, probably all of nine years old, pretty much SHOUTED at the top of his lungs "WHY DO YOU HAVE A MACHINE GUN ON YOUR BACK SEAT?"
Funny part was, the mom didn't hear as she was moving from the passengers seat to the drivers seat, to get on the pump I was about to vacate. She chatted me up like a friendly stranger should (in less strange times and circumstances) about the cold and whether I could believe this was the fourth week of March while her husband was shushing her kid and steering him away from my car.
I wonder how the conversation went when dad and the kid returned to the car?
Had I hung around long enough to follow-up, I'd have HAD to pose the rhetorical question "WHAT are the odds that a fat white guy in New Hampshire owns guns?"
Fueling up today, a stranger asked how effective my sedan was when towing... He had spotted the hitch, and he had a similar (newer) wagon version of my Jetta TDI sedan.
As I was explaining that I had towed 1200 measured pounds over a thousand miles and averaged 36mpg roundtrip (THAT was a LOOONG 24 hours I tall ya!) his kid stepped up to my back drivers side window and spotted this on my back bench seat:
The boy, probably all of nine years old, pretty much SHOUTED at the top of his lungs "WHY DO YOU HAVE A MACHINE GUN ON YOUR BACK SEAT?"
Funny part was, the mom didn't hear as she was moving from the passengers seat to the drivers seat, to get on the pump I was about to vacate. She chatted me up like a friendly stranger should (in less strange times and circumstances) about the cold and whether I could believe this was the fourth week of March while her husband was shushing her kid and steering him away from my car.
I wonder how the conversation went when dad and the kid returned to the car?
Had I hung around long enough to follow-up, I'd have HAD to pose the rhetorical question "WHAT are the odds that a fat white guy in New Hampshire owns guns?"