I was on vacation in Vegas during the cowboy christmas, last year. I know that because a lot of my extended family fly in from time to time to partake of the good ol southern festivities. Which btw are just as repititious and uninspired as the gun show open every month on the same day year round. stalls upon stalls of the same merchandise. Anyways. I'm just some army vet who learned everything is a lie the hard way. But I'm white so... I'm sitting on the airplane, and some dude sits down next to me wearin' a cowboy hat and other southern attire. I'm like... geeze why am i so paranoid that he is going to try to talk about trump to me? Oh thats right, it's that social anxiety thing fuckin with you again. Don't worry we are fine. No one ever talks to me on planes anyways. Practically a gray man over here. "So what do you think about trump?" .... fuck.
"I don't like him." I say. wondering why this guy is making everything super awkward right now.
"why not?" he asks indignantly.
"I don't think he is very good at debating." i say awkwardly.
He just kinda lets out a disappointed sigh and pulls his cowboy hat down and goes to sleep.
That went better than the scenario in my head was speculating. still though, what the fuck.
"I don't like him." I say. wondering why this guy is making everything super awkward right now.
"why not?" he asks indignantly.
"I don't think he is very good at debating." i say awkwardly.
He just kinda lets out a disappointed sigh and pulls his cowboy hat down and goes to sleep.
That went better than the scenario in my head was speculating. still though, what the fuck.
