Monday, October 17, 2005

Gas Guzzler

We stopped for gas on the way to Parson's in a small, unwanted town. There was a lady outside the station on the pay phone with feathered hair, tube top, the works. What better way to spend waiting to fill the tank than to eavesdrop on her conversation. I actually heard her say this:


"I ain't no white trash. Hell, I'm everything but white."