*No one probably understood a word of that.*
So...I have a scar developing on my right leg. I got attacked by a rube at Walmart.
OH! So my prejudice and slight phobia of rubes, hicks, etc. developed at a very young age. When I was 7 I had 3 recurring nightmares that lasted until I was 11. One of them was I would be walking down the street from my neighbor's house to my house. Halfway to my house a dingy red Micro bus would stop next to me. The window would roll down and this FAT, dirty, greasy haired, ugly hick lady (complete with missing teeth, overalls, and stained flannel shirt) would ask me (rudely) in her dumb as a door knob southern accent, "Tell me how I get home! You can't get home until I get home!) I would make up directions, hoping that somehow they would be right. She would snort/cough at me and speed off. I would continue walking, but I wouldn't reach my house. She would then come back and say, "Yer wrong! How do I get home?" This process would continue on and on until I woke up.
So that's where that came from!!! I never set foot inside a Walmart until I came to Rindge. My mother told me that even if she did shop there she would refuse to take me. She was afraid I would break out in hives.
I get to see my Mumsy on Friday! She buys nice wine!!
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