Redneck Cred
This year I took the plunge and decided, along with some friends and coworkers, to participate in Movember, wherein men all over the world are growing out mustaches in support for prostate cancer research. If you're interested in supporting the cause, click my profile, and follow the donation link there.
At any rate, my wife said that if I was going to do this, I should go all the way, and grow out the biggest, most good ol' boy southern handlebar mustache I can muster.
It's been growing for enough days now that, aside from the really annoying itching sensation, I don't really think about it too much. That's why I was surprised at . . um . . . special treatment in a little gas station in the middle of nowhere in Washington State yesterday.
The customer in line in front of me was greeted with a cursory, "Good evening. That'll be $23.57. Thank you, sir."
So I was a little startled when, as I stepped up to the counter: "HEY THERE, buddy? How're you doin tonaaaaght? Everthin' alright this evenin'?"
The jovial banter continued as I paid for my coffee and chips, and left the store.
"You don't think. . . ." my wife said.
"What?"
"The mustache? You think he thought you were one of his people? Heh, you have redneck cred!"
"That's awesome! What should I do?"
"I don't know. You got any favours you need from any rednecks, before you shave the mustache and the effect wears off?"
At any rate, my wife said that if I was going to do this, I should go all the way, and grow out the biggest, most good ol' boy southern handlebar mustache I can muster.
It's been growing for enough days now that, aside from the really annoying itching sensation, I don't really think about it too much. That's why I was surprised at . . um . . . special treatment in a little gas station in the middle of nowhere in Washington State yesterday.
The customer in line in front of me was greeted with a cursory, "Good evening. That'll be $23.57. Thank you, sir."
So I was a little startled when, as I stepped up to the counter: "HEY THERE, buddy? How're you doin tonaaaaght? Everthin' alright this evenin'?"
The jovial banter continued as I paid for my coffee and chips, and left the store.
"You don't think. . . ." my wife said.
"What?"
"The mustache? You think he thought you were one of his people? Heh, you have redneck cred!"
"That's awesome! What should I do?"
"I don't know. You got any favours you need from any rednecks, before you shave the mustache and the effect wears off?"