This morning, I went to Walmart for a few things and when I got ready to check out, only two lanes were open. So, having just 12 items, I went to the express lane.
Ahead of me were 3 people, an older woman checking out, an old white guy about my age, and a younger black woman dressed for work and acting as though she were a little pressed for time.
The old guy and the older woman were carrying on a casual, lazy conversation about when they were young, reminiscing while he leaned on the soft drink display as if he had all the time in the world. Not much actual "checking" was being done, so I moved over to the regular check out line and got behind the last half of a full basket and a pretty young girl with just a couple of get well cards. The cashier was moving things right along.
Over at the express lane, the old man and woman were still blithely having a good chat while the black woman fidgeted. Finally, the older woman collected her things and left. The old man deposited his few items on the counter and pulled out a check book. The black woman looked even more irritated.
By then, I had my things on the conveyor belt and was quickly checked out. While I was sliding my debit card, the old guy shuffled out the door. The black woman was just beginning her checkout and I too was out the door before she finished. And, I'd been behind her!
Outside, there was the old guy again, strolling slowly right up the middle of the driveway looking around as if he'd never seen anything before. A car idled along behind him because he couldn't get around. The driver finally honked his horn in frustration and the old man slowly...ever so slowly...moved out of his way and shot him a nasty look as he sped off.
While I was putting my things in the pickup, the old man went by in his pearl-tinted, white Cadillac. I made a quick phone call and left the parking lot.
When I pulled out onto the expressway, damned if I didn't run up behind that old man again! There he was, poking along in the left lane of a 70 mph freeway at 45 mph, forcing cars to bunch up behind him and pass on the right.
Naturally....he had a Mitt Romney bumpersticker.
Isn't that just a perfect analogy of the Republican Party? Old, white, fairly well off, stuck in the past, longing for the "good ol' days," completely oblivious to anyone else in the world and obstructing everybody's forward progress.
Ahead of me were 3 people, an older woman checking out, an old white guy about my age, and a younger black woman dressed for work and acting as though she were a little pressed for time.
The old guy and the older woman were carrying on a casual, lazy conversation about when they were young, reminiscing while he leaned on the soft drink display as if he had all the time in the world. Not much actual "checking" was being done, so I moved over to the regular check out line and got behind the last half of a full basket and a pretty young girl with just a couple of get well cards. The cashier was moving things right along.
Over at the express lane, the old man and woman were still blithely having a good chat while the black woman fidgeted. Finally, the older woman collected her things and left. The old man deposited his few items on the counter and pulled out a check book. The black woman looked even more irritated.
By then, I had my things on the conveyor belt and was quickly checked out. While I was sliding my debit card, the old guy shuffled out the door. The black woman was just beginning her checkout and I too was out the door before she finished. And, I'd been behind her!
Outside, there was the old guy again, strolling slowly right up the middle of the driveway looking around as if he'd never seen anything before. A car idled along behind him because he couldn't get around. The driver finally honked his horn in frustration and the old man slowly...ever so slowly...moved out of his way and shot him a nasty look as he sped off.
While I was putting my things in the pickup, the old man went by in his pearl-tinted, white Cadillac. I made a quick phone call and left the parking lot.
When I pulled out onto the expressway, damned if I didn't run up behind that old man again! There he was, poking along in the left lane of a 70 mph freeway at 45 mph, forcing cars to bunch up behind him and pass on the right.
Naturally....he had a Mitt Romney bumpersticker.
Isn't that just a perfect analogy of the Republican Party? Old, white, fairly well off, stuck in the past, longing for the "good ol' days," completely oblivious to anyone else in the world and obstructing everybody's forward progress.
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