“You might be a redneck if …”
June 06, 2008
The husband and I were headed out to the concessions area today for a story on “the tickets.” It’s a big aggravation for folks out here—the fact that cash is not accepted. To purchase food or beverages, you gotta buy “tickets.”
Anybody recall that bit by Ron White where he was playing some show and the organizers required “coopons.” Anyway, it was kinda like that.
So, we’re driving through the campground when we pass a sign on a trailer: “Free Mammograms.” I wasn’t due, so we rode on by ....
Found another trailer where a good ole boy named Hightower who is from Jackson, Ga., was sitting under an awning in his recliner. I couldn’t have said it better:
“You might be a red neck if you bring a recliner on a camping trip,” he said.
Uh, might? I’d like to add a pertinent piece of info here: The recliner is white. Kinda.
But who am I to talk.... after we visited with folks from Louisiana, Slapout, Alabama—I swear that’s what he said, Slapout—and Georgia, my shorts and shirt were completely wet.
At this moment I am blogging in my underwear eatin’ Fig Newtons. Hey! I am in the privacy of my own ... uh, trailer.
The husband is asleep in HIS recliner with his feet propped up. It’s so much more conducive to sleeping, he says, since he put that tin foil over the skylight. That’s right. Tin foil. Shinny silver stuff. Reynolds Wrap.
“You might be a redneck if ....”
