My Life In South Carolina

I could’ve swore I heard my nine year old son singing “All Out Of Love” by Air Supply while walking through the house last night.

I find that more than mildly disturbing. Where in the holy hell did he even hear that song?

I let it go, I didn’t want him to think it was wrong, you know how kids are he would’ve ask for the Air Supply box set or something for Christmas if I did, and knowing his Nana, she’d break down and buy it for him not knowing that listening to Air Supply will make a guy extremely gay. Nana’s just don’t know things like that.

Speaking of Christmas he wants a Xbox 360 this year, and I can’t talk him out of it. I want a Playstation 3 Dammit! Why can’t he understand that?

I’m not all excited about the coming holiday season. All the running around and commotion it causes makes my sphincter pucker.

Today at work we had a customer from Israel visit us. I think he may have had some issues with paperwork from our export department, but who knows? He was here all of two hours and was out the door to catch a plane back to Israel. WTF? Could he have not just phoned us? I don’t understand it, I really don’t.

The reason I’m telling you this is because in this small town, I’m sure ninety-nine percent of people have never seen a Jewish person wearing a yamika, and as soon as he left the phones in all offices lit up with questions about his “little round hat.” Most started with “what the hell was he wearing on his head?” Was it a dollie? Why was it there? Who can explain it?

I just find it funny that people here have no idea or care about life outside of this small town. That’s just the way we are down here.

I’ll stop today with this. If you haven’t been there yet, make sure you visit People of Wal-Mart. The greatest pictures ever taken of  Wal-Martians can be found there. Here’s the link to my all time favorite.