True Tales from the Deep South

7/6/15

Dear Diary,
Today I got an oil change at a place run by Squirrel and his second-in-command, Rocky (exemplary dudes & service, I need to say). Out front was a truck that had a giant confederate flag hoisted in the bed and a decal on the back window that read "Country Slut," and some guys milling around in overalls and spitting tobacco. Inside the shop was an abandoned bees' nest on display (that is, branches and all, hanging from a hook on a wall. Said nest was a little larger than basketball-sized), a framed article in the newspaper about Squirrel (all four corners protected with bubble wrap... yellowed with age - the bubble wrap, not the article.), a taxidermied squirrel, and other random swinging squirrel figurines. The pic of Squirrel in the article was all I needed. It was from "his racing days," he had some old-school goggles on, and he was just-a smilin'! Cheers!

I do miss reporting weird encounters. And the weird that finds me is always unbiased. It's good to be back. *tilts back in chair*