At Wal-mart Junior wanted me to go to the gun section with him. Anyone that knows my history knows where this entry is going. Junior knows this part of it too because I explained it to him when he kept trying to encourage me to go to the gun range with him. Because he knows he had no business taking the course of action he took.
It’s not as if I’d tell him he can’t go to that area because I’m deathly afraid of guns. I figured he could look for whatever he was looking for then it would be over but I sure as heck wasn’t going in that area with him. I went to the adjacent kitchen area. That wasn’t good enough. Junior came over to me with a gun wrack. He said it was the perfect thing to add to his truck to make it a hillbilly’s truck. I didn’t laugh. He started saying, “Come on, that’s funny. There isn’t a gun on it, it’s just a wrack. This is funny.” I told him I find no humor in guns and he should try his best to respect that. He started laughing and said it was at least a little bit funny that he’d try to look like a hillbilly when others go out of their way not to.
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