If P.C. stands for "politically correct", then P.I. stands for "politically incorrect".
Today I felt quite P.I.
Sitting in a frozen yogurt shop in San Luis Obispo this afternoon, watching all the people pass by, I suddenly realized something.
"You know, Dad, I think you and I are the only ones in town wearing leather jackets".
Wendy and I love SLO and we always go there when visiting my parents. It's the kind of town where a store called The Hemp Shack does a thriving business. (In fact that's where I always buy my wallets, having done so for the past several years now).
It's not the kind of town where people wear leather. At least on the street as casual wear.
Later in the afternoon, on the other side of town, we were shopping in the San Luis Obispo Costco, and
**** This is an unfinished draft from March 10, 2010 **** I'll just wrap it up now... *****
So bottom line was, we were in San Luis Obispo Costco, and a guy struck up a conversation with me, asking if we were visiting. I told him my parents lived in Paso Robles, and my wife and I were visiting from San Diego. So he said something about "I thought so" and then I made a crack about "leather jackets in SLO" and he seemed to agree.
Whatever... I don't care about being politically incorrect! In fact, I'm as green as the next guy, since I was wearing a recycled jacket! Yes, my brother owned that 80's-era padded-shoulder sucka... and when it went out of fashion, he gave it to me.
Friday, December 2, 2011
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