Oh my, your selling out!

I hate when people judge whether I look like I can afford something. I have that a lot though, I do live in redneck country!

Anytime I am behind a vehicle with the big "W 04" sticker on it, my right foot gets twitchy too!

Nah, I'm not snickering. I know that you have Deep Thoughts...or at least a deep thought...every now and again....at LEAST once a year.

Heh. ;-)

(and i've had it both ways- people thinking I could afford more because of my last name, and a salesclerk looking at me in jeans and a tee as if the only way i was going to afford the item on the counter was if i stole it. strangely enough, neither one of those perceptions have ever had anything to do with my financial reality. c'est la vie.)

OK, to start with, I think having the top down in 61 degrees is pushing it. The Good Lord made it cool outside for a reason--to tell us to go inside. That's why we have houses and hummers. Hummers are OK, as long as there's no "W" sticker and they aren't that disgusting school bus yellow and the bitchy woman at my urchins' school doesn't drive it. My Tahoe is better, though, because I drive it and it pisses off all my in-laws. Not because it uses too much fossil fuel (that's my public-private--don't ask--sin), but because it shoves the fact that we support ourselves and our children in their faces. I am not a nice person. I know that and by the time I am sixty I hope to have made peace with that. By the time I am 80, I hope, like my grandmother before me, to revel in the fact.

I fucking hate it when people behind the counter make comments to me about how much the stuff I am buying costs.

I hate it.

I admire your zen cool.

Keith would agree with TW about some of that in-law reasoning with his Land Cruiser. I'm sure that had something to do with his purchase.

My foot also gets extremely twitchy whenever I see the W stickers. REALLY twitchy. Keli's too. She points them out to me now. Like I need any help from her.

And about the whole salesclerks and shopping thing? There's another time they can really be assholes. When they judge you based on your weight. I walked into the juniors department to find a pair of jeans a few kajillion years ago. I asked about a certain brand. I had just started dating Keith. I think I was about 12 and weighed a few pounds too many, obviously. The clerk pointed down the aisle and said the Womens department was down that way.

And you really suckered me in with the title. I thought we were going to talk about some culinary delights here. *gag* They do sell Deep Fried Snickers on a stick at the Minnesota State Fair.

I don't know about where you guys live, but where I live you can just about bet any big, white (silver if German made) suv you meet will flash you a W and a Yellow when you look up into the rear view. But, maybe it's just a Georgia thang.

Please don't grow up .....yet.