I went out to lunch yesterday and was enjoying my enchilada when the couple walked in. Every time this particular wealthy woman looks at me it looks like her milk has curdled.
Yesterday was no different, I lost my appetite too. Fake greeting, fake smile. The animosity I sense is palpable. Not sure why, maybe my wife and I are not rich enough, we probably smoke pot, we might not even go to church! Over the years, it became readily apparent that there were certain circles in this town where our presence would never be welcome.
The Q assault from two years ago on Leslie that led to criminal charges against my wife was dropped, when the eyewitness finally came forward, the insurance company settled but the residual tremors still surface on occasion. I live in a politically divided town and the ideological and class chasm is wider than ever.
The standup comedians that were in town last month talked a lot about Tom Metzger. I tried to explain afterwards that the nasty folks at the country clubs were far more noxious and toxic as far as I was concerned. At least you know who you are dealing with with the outright KKK crowd. The backstabbing Stepford vampires on the boards are way more nauseating, at least to me. Bunch of fakes.
The beautiful thing? I don't need them, they don't need me.
Will never forget the day the deacon cardiologist set upon me at the Fallbrook ministerial prayer breakfast and told me that my presence there revulsed him. I laughed and then saw he was dead serious. Oh well, got to watch your back.
I ran into a woman from the Republican Woman's Club at the ATM at the bank the other day. She told me that she couldn't wait for the day that the town was rid of its liberals. And then said, "And we know where you work."
And you wonder why I am such a misanthrope.